"Maybe, Mia," he tried to catch her eye, "Maybe they would be dead if you hadn't done anything. If you hadn't gone looking, maybe they'd both be in grave. Maybe those Purifiers would have just found them useless, tortured them, and then left them to bleed out." He sighed. "You can't do this to yourself. You can't blame yourself for this. If you want to be quiet, that's okay. If you want to be sad, you should be sad. You can get angry. Maybe you should get angry. But you can't do this to yourself. You can't keep thinking about what could have happened, what should have happened. Because..." he exhaled quietly. "You should have all survived. That's what should have happened. But life isn't fair. And we don't always win. People die. People get taken. People get hurt. People die. And it's shit. But you can't just stop like this. Because more people will be hurt, more people will be taken, more people will die without us there to stop bad things from happening."