"My   problem,"   he spat at her, "is that you seem to live in a fantasy world. You want me to apologize to you? Then what, Granger? Will you forgive me? Will we prance about, holding hands, bounding like fawns through the forest? The things that I have done to you are beyond apology. If I tried to apologize to you, I would   necessarily   fall short. My wrongs cannot be undone. Your own skin bears the mark of it, and mine does too."