[ Malkuth may be willing to absolve Gabriel and Ayin of all culpability, but Yesod can't agree with her stance, can't forget what he witnessed as though the memory had transformed him into Elijah. While no one handed her the keys directly, would she have made her fateful decision without frustrated desperation driving her to do so? Who was it that caused her to feel shut down, inept, ever relegated to the role of a bystander?

There are other choices that Gabriel could have (should have) made, even if they meant abandoning the pursuit of objectivity, admitting to the weight of his thoughts and feelings, before it was far too late.

It was never about keys or doors or chemicals. None of that resolved anything, and ultimately, Gabriel clearly failed to prevent anyone's death, all of it as meaningless as the remainder of his existence and its quietly messy end. ]

...Elijah believed that she was useless, a burden. She died thinking such thoughts. I recall criticizing Ayin's impassive behavior, a long time ago... but I doubt that my own actions were any better.

[ Malkuth's touch lingers while they are here, its warmth does. It might be permissible to take comfort in it, allowing what remains of Gabriel some peace, if Elijah receives the same. Learning from the past shouldn't keep them fettered to regret — that accomplishes nothing, either.

Yesod's fingers clasp Malkuth's. ]

...How do you see yourself now, Malkuth?