[His sorrow can't be erased. But when she holds his hand like so, he imagines that it could. That a gentle hand could soothe his battered soul, even if he knows it could never be fixed.]

[The question, however, makes something twinge in his eyes - an exposed wound he has yet to cover up.]

....There's a wrong I have to right in the City. Two wrongs. Two young lives who...were lost, changed because of me.

[A white-haired young lady. A dark-haired young man.]

[Faust had shown him that distant light, and that hope was kept him from completely being swallowed up. But that's what his goal was, and its something he's buried his teeth into, for good and for bad.]

[No. This flow cannot be stopped.]

If I could, I would. But they need me. I need to save them, Malkuth.