He didn't believe he would be forgiven, really, by anyone. Some of them might forget what he did, or convince themselves to accept it and move past, but forgiveness... There was no such thing for his actions, and he would have to live with them forever.

Even if everyone else truly forgave him, he would never forgive himself.

He let her kiss him but didn't respond to it, too despondent to bother. "I don't have a soul at all. I'm an angel." It wasn't just a fact, as it usually was, but he meant it in the metaphorical way as well. He was none of things she saw.