Now that we have escaped, I know
that I need to remain focused.
My mind needs to stay sharp, if we
are going to survive out here.
I know this, but still I keep
thinking about her.
As we ride along toward an uncertain destiny,
my mind drifts back to her again, and again.
She is all I can
think of, when in reality, she is the last thing I should be thinking
of.
I know how much I have hurt her.
And my mind keeps going
back to the last few moments we spent together.
How uncertain she
was. How afraid.
I know by helping me, she has ruined her life.
I
know now, that I made a mistake in asking her to sacrifice herself
for me.
I should have thought of another way, a way that didn't
involve her.
I wish I could tell her how sorry I am.
All I can
do is hope that she finds the note I left for her.
Hope that she
still has a little faith left in me.
That she has a little faith
in the words written on that swan...
A little faith that...
There's a plan that will make all of this right.