"You never stop. I've been trying for years, and trust me, it doesn't work." Hal shook his head. "Even if everyone else manages to forget that I'm the guy who went off the deep end, wiped out the Corps, caused the Zero Hour - I'm still always going to be that guy to me."

Way to be reassuring, Hal.

But he wasn't going to say anything he didn't mean because it sounded better. Their lives sucked. The things that happened sucked. And you felt the ripples of that every single day, no matter who you were or how much you'd done.

"But we get up, keep going, and try to do better. Because anyone who's not the type to do that - well, they don't last long, in this lifestyle." Some failed. Some cracked. Some just quit, and if they were happier for it, that was their call to make. "As long as I know I can still do something good, I won't let the bad I've done overshadow that. Doesn't mean I'll forget it, or that it'll stop eating at me. But even if you can't save everyone, there are still people out there you can save - if you're still willing to try to."