I don't know what I want. That's part of the issue.

[Just...god, he isn't sure how to put this into words; he doesn't ever talk about this, he would really prefer not to- ]

I can't do this right now.

[It's probably the most honest he's been in a while.]

I... You know full well what I did immediately before I was brought here. I'm not supposed to be alive right now and we both know it. I don't know what I want, because I wasn't precisely expecting to have to want anything beyond doing what I did to myself.

In the end, that's all I had left to offer anyone. One last attempt that was more likely to kill myself than anyone else. I wasn't brought here to absolve you or forgive you for what you did or didn't do, because I really had no say in the matter.

I don't know what I want. I don't know what I deserve, either, but that's an argument I'll have with myself later.