"I don't want to hate," she said again. "And it's not ... what he's done is what he's done. He never did anything to me. He wouldn't. He hurt people I'll never meet or know anything about. So it seems like it's ... unfair to just storm down there and call him names. He's ... sorry. They're all sorry. And ..."

She kicked at the ground. "And I feel like it, anyway, and that's probably the last thing he needs, right now."

Damned if it didn't sound like a good idea, anyway.