They're all staring down long prison sentences. Plus some grievous injuries, but I didn't inflict those. A skirmish broke out between the two gangs and I didn't have time, ability or interest in stopping it.

[It sounds cruel, but at the time he'd just been panicking. A locked down building with a gunfight going on, on both floors, and him in the basement? He was only human, he cut and ran and let things shake out however they shook out.]

I got here three weeks after she died. All I remember is the investigation, and feeling tired, and getting into fights. I never got to see the funeral or listen to our song - yeah, laugh it up, we were one of those cheesy couples that had one, sue me - or even talk to her parents. I - I wake up sometimes thinking it's back before any of this happened. When it hits me it feels like someone took a knife and scraped my heart raw.

I dunno how to be anybody's legacy. I don't even know how to be alone decently. Nobody I cared about ever died before. Might as well ask me to go catch the moon for all I know about this. Probably'd have a better chance of success, too.