Perhaps. But knowing that doesn't make it easier, does it? I'm...sorry.

[It isn't pointed, though. Perhaps an odd attempt at empathy.]

They weren't angry with me... They didn't blame me for what happened, even if it was my fault.

They wanted me to come with them.

[...]

I've done enough to know that I won't ever see them again. If there's any justice in death, people like me don't go wherever they are.

It... I suppose it's been troubling me more than I thought.