"You don't think someone can make up for their past?" I ask.

I don't know if I can ever make up for what I did. Actually, I know I can. I've done too many horrible things to ever right that many wrongs. But I have to believe that I can at least make up for a little bit, otherwise what's the point?

"And I'm dangerous to everyone close to me," I say, releasing her hair and letting it fall back down.