[Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She draws in four or five, she's lost count, still hiding behind her hands. When they fall back to her lap, her cheeks are finally wet, though she makes no crying noises. Robotic-like, Claire stands and walks towards the door. She pauses by him, shoulder to shoulder, but her eyes remain forwards. She flounders, but manages to get out, monotoned:]

I...

I forgive you.

[And she walks out.]