The way her voice wavered in the air showed just how much she meant it. It made me really think how far I have come. In my first life I would never have forgiven her, but here I was, contemplating it. There was a distinct feeling that my response to her would be very important, but I just didn’t know why. I set the box in my arm and placed a hand on hers. Before it could go through hers, I shifted my hand partially which actually allowed me to touch her in some manner. She was unnaturally cold and a bit clammy. She gasped when she felt my warmth. My eyes met hers and I felt myself speak from my heart. A feat that I never truly did with her, "I accept your apology. Be at peace, Helena."