Snow: your tree is healed, I I don't know why your still mad at me I wasn't even practicing near your tree I just lost the flame and I'm sorry I'm so sorry
Jack: how would you feel if I killed your dog, and brought it back and gave it back. Would you still be mad that I killed your dog?
Snow: you let the demon who killed my parents get me, now I'm going to die soon at his hand, I'm ready to but it still hurts that I'm going to die with you mad at me
Snow: that was the wrong thing to say I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry and I hope you can forgive me -smiles weakly and walks away from you-