Well, he thought it would have helped, at least. But then, what does he know. He has a tendency to screw up anything that's good in his life, though he tells himself it's for a good reason. It's hard to imagine ever having a normal life again, with what he has inside of him, and always will for the rest of his life.

He chuckles at her words, his smile turning into a lopsided grin as he tips his head just so, his shoulders relaxing a little.

"Using my own words against me? How crafty of you."

Jokes aside, she's right. No point in mulling over what he could or couldn't have done differently. It's in the past now, and he tries not to linger too much on that these days.

"But I could never let go of you."