"What do you plan to do with your freedom?" She grimaced at the words. That wasn't nearly as casual as she'd hoped.
"I don't know. It doesn't feel real."
It might never feel real to him, she thought. So long as he was still a prisoner of his own guilt, he would never feel free. He'd operated outside the law before, so that the law had exonerated him meant nothing under the weight of those sins felt in his heart.
"I'd like to… figure it out," he said. "But once I do…"
"See me?"
He smiled for her. "Of course."