You give a rueful smile, closing your eyes. "I suppose not," you say, turning your gaze down to the ground. "So. I've laid out my reasonings and my regrets… I know there is naught I could do to undo the wound I carelessly carved upon your soul, yet… I feel compelled to ask what you would have us do, now that I'm here, whole and hale once again?" you ask, the question cutting through the tension in the air.