We want apologies.
We want whomever harmed us to say Wounded one, I never should have called you Chubster or let you sob as I stroked the postman or forgotten your existence for 25 years.
We want them to confess their calculated and casual cruelties, to crawl bare-kneed over sharp gravel after sleepless nights, skirling regret through sun-split lips.
Or even just say Sorry, once.
We'd call it justice.
Which is wired into human reasoning: Wrongdoers must be punished, because punishment is pain, suffered when they wonder: Do I deserve this?
Because I bullied the blind girl? Spat into the office coffeepot? Published nude pictures of my ex?
We want our harmers to awaken and attempt amends. Real ones, not like when our ancestors gave burnt offerings to ostensibly angry gods: See how sorry I am for stealing Ragnar's corn? Remove this buboe, please.