"I..."
Faced with the right hand extended by Leon, the seven or eight-year-old Andre Prince showed a timid expression and unconsciously took half a step back, then frantically shook his head:
"I'm not going! They definitely won't forgive me!"
"Of course, isn't that obvious?"
Leon, maintaining his extended hand, retorted with a face full of exasperation:
"Take a good look at all the crap you've done over the years, who in the world would freaking forgive you?
Honestly, if I were your dad, the regret I'd leave in the City of Regret wouldn't be a misunderstanding between us, but more like why I didn't just... uh... why did I ever bring you into this world? They'd have to be crazy to forgive you!"
"..."
Wait... are you even trying to convince me?
