That's the whole thing, I think. It's easier when you've been scared, you've been tired, and you've had the shit beaten out of you. you don't want to see other people like that. At least, if you're a decent human being.

[Not everyone responds the same way to trauma and terror, but...they'd passed the test. That was what mattered.]

I don't think either of us really believe we deserve to be saved, deep down. But maybe we're getting a little bit better, we start to believe that we can have a little bit of comfort, at least. Whatever small progress we can get, that we can let ourselves have, that's something. Maybe one day, you know?