Hearing Cissnei say that he couldn't atone...it helped. Because he knew there was no forgiveness for what he'd done. He accepted Henry's anger, even if his other actions were confusing and the pettiness was annoying. If he ever saw Eileen here, he knew he would never be able to amend what he had done to her. She was among his biggest regrets, certainly the person he regretted hurting the most in his afterlife.

He ducked his head, slowly managed to calm himself. Although her helping to dry his tears made it far harder to stop. Still, he eventually calmed. Armilla pressed against him, making soft 'caws' and croaking as gentle as a Honchkrow could to him. "Past is one. Walter is not done."

Once Walter breathing returned to normal and he'd refocused himself, he looked up again. But he hadn't put his stoic shields up again. He was clearly still weighed down and remorseful, eyes red from crying. But he was calm. Lifting hand, he gently placed it over Cissnei's. It sounded like she knew. That she understood.
"Thank you."