Right after wishing he had never been born, George realized that he became satisfied in a very masochistic way. All the agony he felt for failing to protect her that night repeatedly throughout the years was justified after all. All the nightmares he saw about Cynthia becoming smaller and smaller until she disappeared from before his eyes… all the regrets he had about that incident, he deserved all of that after all.
Was she drunk that night? No.
Did he take advantage of her? Apparently not.
Apparently, he had hurt her in a way that might be equally bad, or even worse than what he initially thought he had. To George's mortification, his reaction to what had happened that night in the following morning when he couldn't begin to face Cynthia and hurried out of the room like a wounded animal was the problem, not the action itself.
Or was it both of them now?
