[Kagari sharpens again, yet Jean Valjean's countenance remains softened by sympathy. Such loneliness is ineffable: it is a dark shadow swallowing the last rays of hope and casting a chill over the heart, to assume that not a soul cares what will happen to you.]
You are free here, are you not? You have been granted a second chance. Perhaps in the past you have been judged as wicked, but here you have a choice to make: will you allow others to determine who you are, or will you allow yourself to choose?
[Perhaps it is difficult to remember such a thing as the future exists when one is quite literally imprisoned in the shadows of the past.
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You are free here, are you not? You have been granted a second chance. Perhaps in the past you have been judged as wicked, but here you have a choice to make: will you allow others to determine who you are, or will you allow yourself to choose?
[Perhaps it is difficult to remember such a thing as the future exists when one is quite literally imprisoned in the shadows of the past.