Harry Pearce will regret Ruth Evershed for as long as he lives.
He knows he is not worth the sacrifice she made for him; knows too what she insisted remain unsaid.
And he knows that if they had said the words, he would never have been able to let her go.
What he will not admit to himself is that the words themselves do not matter; he loves her all the same. He has loved her for years.
He wonders if she regrets what she did for him, and hates that it is the one thing he will never know.