“[Michael is kneeling alone in a room at the corpse of Don Tommasino in a coffin] Goodbye my old friend. You could have lived a little longer, I could be closer to my dream. You were so loved, Don Tommasino. Why was I so feared, and you so loved? What was it? I was no less honorable. I wanted to do…”Tagged: funeral, Remorse, forgiveness
“I, uh, betrayed my wife. I betrayed myself. I've killed men, and I ordered men to be killed. No, it's useless. I killed... I ordered the death of my brother; he injured me. I killed my mother's son. I killed my father's son.”Tagged: Betrayal, Murder, Remorse