“I stayed.” He said.
Silence returned and he looked down at his hands.
“I told myself I could change things from the inside. I told myself I was helping more people than I was hurting. But I was wrong.” Raze explained.
There was no excuse in his voice and no attempt to justify what he had done. Just regret.
“I’ve spent years helping build something that never should’ve existed.” He said and I folded my arms tighter.
“And now you expect forgiveness.” I said.
“No. I don’t deserve it. I never will.” He admitted.
The wind moved through the trees surrounding the quarry and neither of us spoke.
Finally I asked the question that had been waiting since the beginning.
“Why me?” I asked.
“Because you were the first person who proved they were wrong.” He said.
“I don’t understan
