[He nods at that. That's easy enough to do.

It's always harder to say things, but he realizes that this might be his last chance. An "I love you" is a terrible good-bye. An apology is not.] I'm sorry, by the way. I'm sorry I didn't trust you to listen to logic when I was angry with you. And I'm sorry that didn't figure out the universe didn't want to bend to my will sooner. I'm sorry that I didn't just resign when I learned about the treaties, and I cost you the future you wanted.

I don't want to know if you accept them. I just want you to know they're there. [He finally looks at him, tired.]