“I wanted to save you, and I thought I was.” Rimbaud bent down and held a hand over Verlaine’s chest. “But all I ended up giving you was the unwanted pity of a man who merely pretended to understand. I know simply apologizing is not enough to merit forgiveness. I was always wondering what I could give you in return, and then, on the verge of death, I found my answer. I can give you this.”