She has not taken her eyes off him this whole time, and now she watches more closely than ever, waiting.

Which means she can see the precise moment realization hits him: That he is still himself. That the power those words held is gone forever. That he can never, never be used that way, ever again.

She takes a deep, cleansing breath of the cool mountain air, and her features relax into a smile, her eyes warm and pleased. "You are free," she tells him.

There can be no doubt. His face is wet with tears as he looks up towards her, as if pleading for it to be true, so she nods slightly, her voice a bare whisper as she says it again, this new truth for him to hold.

"You are free."