John is lost in my story, he says nothing and just looks at me tenderly. I even see a tear escape his eyes although he quickly wipes it away.

Me: He's dying and he desperately seeks my forgiveness... How can you forgive something like that? such a monstrous thing? I cry hot tears remembering the flames. John takes me in his arms and hugs me very tightly. It's so soothing to be there that I tighten the embrace

John: What they did to you is so atrocious that there is no name for this barbarism. How can people like that exist? I'm sincerely sorry that you went through all of...