"Old Mr. Sims, I am also sorry for you!"
Someone else spoke up, "I deliberately fixed your window shut so you wouldn't see a speck of light!"
"I, too, am sorry! In the night while you were asleep, I purposely opened the door to let the cold wind in!"
"Likewise, I apologise to you, although I did nothing, I have been leading in cursing you these past few days..."
"..."
The members of the Special Division, one by one, all bowed to Old Mr. Sims as a gesture of apology, and also out of genuine admiration for the elderly man.
Even those who hadn't done anything were now offering their bows and apologies.
Just then, a solemn voice suddenly passed through: "Let me through."
The crowd turned their heads and saw Brian Dawson walking slowly forward.
He looked at Old Mr. Sims, at his full head of grey hair, his infirm legs and feet, and at his eyes that never wavered, still resolute.
Brian Dawson suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his heart.
