<I know e have. ... I still feel... weird about it, though. I know I couldn't have saved her. I know she made her choice a long time ago. ... But part of her was fighting. Maybe that's enough.>

[Sure, she was a willing host, but he'd seen enough to know that it hadn't been that way, at the end. Maybe she deserved what she'd gotten, but part of her had died afraid and alone. ... The last bit of his humanity can't help but feel some way about that.]

<And... yeah. Maybe. Probably. ... He and my aunt show up in my dreams sometimes. It's like a taunt. 'these are the people you're fighting for?' But I know it's not just them. ... It just... I don't know.>