I see. Then I'm available to speak.

He said something about you feeling responsibility for my-- flood self's death, but little more than that.

Neither you nor Judas are responsible for my death. Sexby had intended to kill me regardless.

I understand the sentiment; it's how I felt each time one of my men didn't return from their patrols. And the fewer their numbers, the greater each loss weighed upon me. It's something that, as soldiers and officers, we must cope with for the rest of our lives.

But in this instance, I wasn't a soldier; I was a volunteer. I didn't have to follow your orders, and I certainly wasn't unaware of the risks I undertook when I agreed to help Judas. I knew about Sexby, and I knew that as long as he had his item, he could find us. It simply didn't matter to me, so long as I could help a defenceless man escape tyranny.

I had no obligation to Judas except as a fellow Inmate. I would have done anything for my fellows, as they were... the closest thing I had to my men.

My priorities led to my death. If you hadn't asked me to help Judas, I'd have found another way to die.

They aren't my tendencies; don't mistake that man for me. I guarantee you, if I felt you were responsible for my death, I'd have told you already.

My death was on Sexby's hands.

Then don't think of it as an exercise.

Six months ago, when I started the riot, one of my friends was attacked and tortured by the Master because she was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and he took it as a window of opportunity. Several people died. My own Warden was shot. If I blamed myself for everything that happened while others were abusing the situation, I'd never get any sleep.

I believe it's different based upon the situation. If a man enters into a situation knowing full-well of the risks he's about to undertake and being under no obligation accept, then yes, I believe responsibility lies on his shoulders.

When somebody is dependent upon you, or ignorant, or... your subordinate, it's different. I will always feel responsibility for the deaths of my men, but they were my soldiers. I wasn't yours. The actions of a knowing volunteer and an insane zealot are not on your hands.

You're welcome.

I have no home to return to, so it would seem that the best option for me is to "retire" to a world somewhere and wait to die all over again. At least here, there is the assurance that I'd come back.

What do you intend to do about that, then? The wardens insist that the best option is to become one of them.