[He'd expected this to be satisfying, but...it's just pathetic. The apology felt good, but this...it's just going over what he already knows. What they both already know.]

...If you really want to make it up to me...start with working to counter those years I spent fending for myself. Those years she spent working herself to the bone for the child whose mere existence ruined her life.

All this time, I've wanted you to feel the despair she felt because you inflicted a child on her. Even with the truth about her death, I still want you to know how it feels to push yourself to exhaustion just to get by in the world.