Drowning.

There is something I have thought about often, the day that I threw Cenny into the lake.

I wasn't aware he couldn't swim, and at the moment it was simply a joke on him. When he started floundering... his head falling under the water... The water was splashing onto the deck, but he wasn't making any progress towards us. Isolde, I believe, was there with us. She helped him out. I just stood there, staring down at Cenny.

Frozen.

We've spoken about it a few times since it happened, and I believe I've apologized for it... Even then, I still feel this measure of guilt within me. What if he had died? Even if he reformed at the monument, how would he ever speak to me again?

I live with my guilt, but many live with their hatred. They will not move on past their hatred, and I cannot let go of my guilt...

Seems we are all drowning.