He's quiet for a long time. He's almost angry enough to use it against Eliot – yes, you killed me, this is all on you – to just reach in there and rip his heart straight out.

But the words won't come.

He tries but they just won't come. Maybe he isn't that cruel after all.

"No."

His voice is surprisingly gentle, a tone he wasn't sure he even had anymore.

"You didn't. I died trying to run away. Trying to be a good guy."

For the first time he smiles but it's pained. "Maybe... that's how you can remember me."