The room was quiet when Wren finally spoke.
"I know I can't undo what I've done." He said, but he wasn't asking for sympathy. "I told myself I was making up for my past. That what I was working toward justified the rest of it." He paused. "I still believe the idea itself wasn't wrong. But the way I went about it... that, I can no longer defend."
Benjamin said nothing.
"I want to change." Wren looked at his hands. "I don't want my past to be the thing that decides who I am for the rest of my life. You said that to me once, in a different way." He glanced up briefly. "I want to ask for your forgiveness, Benjamin. Not now. I know you can't give it now. But I hope that one day you will."
The silence held between them.
"These past few weeks... I've had nothing but time to think." Wren's voice dropped. "And the one thing I kept coming back to, through all of it, was you."
He didn't elaborate immediately. His gaze moved to the window.
