Not necessarily. But maybe we can just... try. Try and make the best of what we have. We can't undo the past, and ... dying won't fix our problems. It won't repair what's been done.

["I can't pretend that I haven't craved it."]

So we'll do what we can with what's within our power to do.

I failed to bring you back to life, and you hardly hold that against me, Vergilius. I realize the reasons why, but that's not so different than your fears in keeping me safe. Which is rather touching, by the way.

[After brushing that hair aside, he does brush the back of his fingers again the side of Vergilius' face, tracing a cheekbone. Quietly admiring.]

But I want to keep trying anyway. Or... I think I would regret not trying at all. That's how it is for me, anyway.