"I'm sorry."
She looked him up and down. The chains were a nice touch. But it would take more than a simple 'I'm sorry' to make up for what he did. He knew that but he's too proud. That was their downfall. Stubborn pride.
"Beg," she whispered. It was a little childish maybe, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted him to beg forgiveness the way she'd begged for her life. Was that such an unreasonable request?
Apparently it was. He balled his fists in fury.
"Never!" he spat and took off through the wall.
Never. That word means so much more when you are a ghost. It's like the word forever but it speaks of impossibilities.
In this case, the impossibility of forgiveness.