"But we can’t go back, can we? Even though I think I'd pray to every god there is to be 11 years old again, to go back and make my own mistakes. Because they were never really mine to make, were they?" And if I would have known that... that  life  would end up this way, I'd want to go back. Even just for a day. When it was simple, when we were just kids on a train and there was still time to figure it all out. Before I was your– your  enemy " He stuttered this last sentence. It was not the confession of a man spilling his heart out and expecting affection in return. It was as if he was working his thoughts out in front of her, speaking aloud everything that he hadn’t been able to divulge before. 