He smiles, but it's sort of reflexive. As she said, they don't really know each other. And while he truly believes and knows he has good sides, and there are commendable parts of him, the fact remains that he's done what he's done.

He's a thief, and a murderer. There's no other way to describe what he's done, and that is something he has to live with, every day of his life. It's something that keeps him awake at night, still, memories and thoughts and fears wrapped up in his head.

"I thought it'd be liberating, for me. It was supposed to be. It was supposed to free me," he says, looking up at the waiter as he brings them their food. He starts cutting the pizza up, breaking the egg yolk to spread over the rest of the toppings. "It didn't, not really. Instead, now, I just feel guilty for how things went down."