Nothing to forgive.

[ He presses a hand to his heart, lowers himself in a half bow. ]

I myself prefer flowers to steel. It has always left me rather out of place in my home, but I don't think it makes me any less worthy. [ He lifts himself up, and he says, for once quite thoroughly honest - ] I wish that humanity was such that no one would have to take up swords. That that girl could have grown into a woman who loved flowers, too.