"No--no, don't you go blaming yourself. That wasn't you." Jacob lets his hand drop, and he shakes his head, trying to meet Flynn's line of sight.

"Hey. That's not you, and I don't blame you one bit for it, okay? Flynn--he's gone. And I wouldn't have been able to find you without this thing, so...it was worth it. All that...bad stuff." He can't really bring himself say it, but Flynn knows surely what he means. The horrible, awful despair.

"It was worth it."