When I was twenty-three I hadn't talked to her in five years. Though only three of those years counted for anything. Then I called her where she worked. We talked for a little while but then I haven't talked to her since then.

I haven't seen her since I was twenty so I haven't seen her since she woke up. I do it because she is happier without me around. The one who took on her name and killed in that name. [There is so much regret and sorrow in his tone...]