"Wasn't it just as well that he couldn't see his reflection? Because he was living a lie, and in quiet moments like these he knew it with such conviction he got sick to his stomach. His plans for the rest of his days. . . Oh, his glorious plans, such perfectly normal future plans. . ."
"I'm so sorry" What for? "Everything. Treating you like I did. Being who I am. You deserve so much better. I'm... really sorry." In the end, he just held her, with care, because that was all he had to offer.