Wrath had been looking up toward the moon. His hand remains in her own but his gaze falls when she does speak again. It rests upon her face, seeking their bond so he might feel what she does, but beyond all that, she does not hide it from him any longer. She is vulnerable. She is open, and he does not fail to appreciate that especially after all the time she could not trust him, had learned to not trust demons - the devil being the worst of them all.

"...it must be a difficult path to navigate. As Fury, you would not have felt any guilt at all. When you had only your mortal memories, I imagine you could not have imagined doing what you did."

They were both different before they met one another, before they fell in love with one another. They have changed each other, and even now more than before, they have been changed. He believes it is for the better through their relationship with one another, through all of the adversity they had stacked against them. They found their way here to one another even in another world all together, even with the curse, even with her made to hate him, even with his brothers and her sister.