Aftermath Page #5

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you might not have to

go back to prison, Roman.

Hi.

Hi.

Can I help you?

Oh, sorry. I'm, I'm looking

for the exit, I think I'm lost.

It's right over there.

You need to make

a couple of turns.

- Come, I'll take you.

- You sure?

Yeah, I'm heading

that way anyway, come.

Thank you.

Yeah,

I've never been here before.

Oh, last time I was here

was 11 years ago.

Long time.

Everything is exactly the same.

Nothing has changed since

the first time I came.

The same trees,

the same smell of thyme.

- Same everything.

- No, that isn't thyme.

- It's savory.

- Oh, yeah?

Smells like thyme to me.

But it isn't.

You have family members here?

No.

My father isn't buried here.

You know,

when I was following you,

I didn't know exactly

when to approach you,

where'd be the best place.

But when I saw you

get on that bus this morning

and I realized you were

coming here I thought,

the perfect place

for this to end.

Wait.

Turn around.

Turn around!

Go ahead.

Do what you have to do.

I understand.

But I want you to know that,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for what I did.

I could do it.

But I'm not going to.

It's not what I was taught.

Will you just go, please?

Okay.

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