No, no, you don't need to apologize. You've gotta feel it. I don't think you have a choice.

[ She watches Mister Barker hang his head low. It's a position not unlike that of the other workers, and it makes something awfully sad twist in her stomach.

If he allows it, she'll lift a small, hesitating hand, and give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. ]

When Orpheus and I... [ she swallows, hesitates, tries again ] ...after it happened, I couldn't stop crying out for him. I can't imagine what it'd be like to wait fifteen years.