[ "He doesn't hate me and I don't understand why."

It... strikes a chord in him.

"Charlotte. There's something I want to tell you. I'm not who you think I am. I lied to you all this time. [...] My name is not C, it's Vincent."

...

"I know who you are, Vincent. You're no loser god. I think you're wonderful."

And that smile... god, that smile. ]

... I've been there. It's called empathy. Human compassion. I didn't think such a thing existed in people anymore, but... they still make their own choices. It doesn't mean they want you to hurt. That's... the best I can guess.

... But you were still indirectly hurt, weren't you?