[Do everything but tell the truth. Kill others. Burn the world down. All for him, all for her, all for the little souls of the orphanage long gone. He failed them.]

[Silco's hand finds his shoulder and makes him still for a moment, like an anchor tossed into the depths of hell. It won't pull him out. In fact, it may make him sink further. And yet, he leans on it to steady himself.]

[A lesser man would collapse from the weight of his sin. He has to constantly move forward with that mantle on his back. He wonders if its the same for Silco, too.]

And what time would that be? If I brought him back, and he knows I took away his parents, removed a chance for a proper life - what would that be worth?

[And now a scoff, closing his eyes.]

You're lucky, Silco.