[He breaks the eggs about as badly as any person who doesn't know how to do this can break eggs. But once cracked he mixes them in a small little dish on their own, listening to her speak.]

Not knowing at the time what you do know now... You can hardly be blamed for your words. And it was how you felt. There will ever be things we regret saying or not saying. They will plague us but there is no way to know, in those moments, if they were the right or wrong thing to say. Forgiving ourselves for these indiscretions is all we can do especially when it comes to those who are no longer with us.

[His eggs beaten he moves the small dish aside so he pick up the dish of the brandy coated candy fruit. As instructed gently pours in a little at a time into her bowl while she stirs the dry ingredients.]

No easy feat, of course... But I do like to think had we the opportunity to know for sure they would offer easy forgiveness. My brother taught me many things and some were lessons but others I learned just by being raised by him. And I knew that no matter my indiscretion or the words that would leave me... I would always find forgiveness in him. There was nothing in the world I could do to make him hate me. Nothing that would allow that hurt to persist or for that love to flicker out. I am sure it is not so different for yourself, Dominique. You were, after all, twins.