“I’m sorry if I’m not flirting with you. I’m kind of spoken for.”
“Just let yourself be broken and humiliated. Just your whole life, keep telling people, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry...”
“I’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.”
“I’m sorry, what did you say? I’m not fluent in stupid drunk slut”
“I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.”
“I’m sorry for hurting you. I know I did. I’m most likely dead now, and I guess if there’s any kind of fairness in the afterlife I’m probably in hell getting roasted. But if that’s where I am, I want you to know, I still love you. Always did. Love, Caine”