Vance pauses for a moment, looking at the mirrors on his side with a look that was more curious than pained. He looked over at Hal's side, then back to his own. He didn't know Hal's story, probably wouldn't until this was all over and they had some beers in hand, but judging from the way he'd spoken, everybody on his side was alive. Same with Vance's side.

"Odd. I'd sort of expected more of them." Oh, there were probably plenty of people who blamed him for his father's death. Only his mother and Dreyfuss were the ones he could put faces to, could remember so easily.

It was also interesting that the mirrors only showed those who blamed him for the death of his father. Not those who, like himself, may have blamed him for the deaths at Stamford. His father was the only death he was directly responsible for, though. Perhaps that was the difference.

Vance shook himself and pulled his eyes away from his mirrors to follow Hal. "I'm glad you got the chance to sort it out with them. I doubt I'll ever have the chance. To be fair, it's probably better that way."