I don't want to be angry. I want it to be enough. I was the one who didn't - he has a daughter, and friends, and a world that needs his mind. It was supposed to be enough. I was a fair trade. This is not a fair trade. It's not. I didn't hit the bottom of that mountain and feel that my goddamn skull had split open and know I was dying for anyone else to have to - it was supposed to be enough to get them all back with the people they needed. I'm angry, I'm angry because this isn't fair and because I know the world is never fair so it's a stupid thing to be angry about. And here we are. This was the last thing I am ever going to be able to give any of them and still. Still.