"I too. I was wrong. And I... find myself reluctant to make any sort of decision like that... ever again." A shudder wracked him as he once more saw the image of a camera's eye, her in her cell, and the rage that flooded him at the image. And what he had done after...

He hoped, now his actions had meaning. But he could never repeat them. He forced himself to look at her, mouth opening, then closing, and slowly spoke. She still affected him, in ways he did not understand.

"What do you... do here?"