It doesn't change anything. None of what happened, none of this changes.

[Even the crack slowly edging down one leg of the table and into the floor, threatening to rend the table in two and the room with it can't change the memory itself. This is past, and this is real and it will never change. Prior lifts his hands, edging away from the split in the room and back to Byerly, hesitating a slight, staccato moment before touching him in case he splits too. That control's visibly on the precipice now. Prior clasps his arms anyway. It's not possible to let him stand alone.]

None of what he did to you was or will ever be right or fair or anything but cruelty and neglect. People live through worse than he has, they survive greater horrors without inflicting it on the people they're supposed to love. So forgiveness? It seems to me that would take distance and time if it was possible at all, and that would be far from my call to make. But you can know it wasn't you. Nothing wrong in you that made him believe it. It never was.