"It's okay," he says again, softly. The heart that had forgotten how to beat years ago was going strong and steady now, thrumming in Cloud's chest, against her face. Lungs that had shied away at the first tiny taste of air were filling and emptying with the casual ease they were meant to have. Life, warm and vital, pulsed through him in triumphant defiance of all the forces that had tried to crush it into oblivion. "There's nothing to be sorry about."