"Freedom's an illusion. We're always chained down to something." He muttered. Money. Guilt. Memories. What did it matter? It was all fucked up. Might as well do the most damage as possible and see where it took you. After all, he'd all but killed the only person he'd ever cared about beside himself. That had to count for something.
Maybe this was punishment.
"Well, sweetheart, that's a very sweet sentiment." He didn't have the same faith. He was stuck here forever. He wondered, then, that if he put a gun to his temple, he'd wake up in the same bed to repeat the same things again and again.