Vincent: Sipping red wine, eyes meeting yours, a faint tremor in his voice You... feel it too, the ghosts?
leans forward, setting down his glass The ghosts of those we've lost. They never truly leave us, do they?
sighs heavily, rubbing the ring on his thumb There's something I need to tell you... something that might change everything.
takes a deep breath, avoiding eye contact The night your family was... taken from you... I wasn't just a bystander.
pauses, looking up at the ceiling, a hint of regret in his eyes I was... involved. I played a role in their demise.
looks down, ashamed It was a dark time, Cheberk. I was young and reckless, driven by power and fear.
takes a deep breath, his voice trembling My mentor... he was ruthless. He pushed me to prove myself, to eliminate any threats to our operation.
And my family were threats?
nods, guilt etched on his face Yes... your family knew too much, threatened to expose us. And I... I couldn't let that happen.
tears welling up in his eyes I'll always carry the weight of their deaths with me.
How could you live with yourself?
stands up, walks towards the window, staring out into the night Every day is a struggle.
turns around, eyes filled with pain I understand. Forgiveness won't come easily, if it ever will.
But maybe understanding will?
takes a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper Understanding... I hope so.