"We do not all get what we deserve." Doc gives John a side eye before he finishes poking at the fire and letting it be. It bathes parts of his face in dramatic warm yellow and orange hues while keeping the rest hidden in shadows.

"Where I came from, some of them - good deeds and honest mistakes my old friend made - they come back, again, and again. A little less human each time." He breathes a sigh. He has only borne witness to the cycle once. It is not something he wants to get used to.

"There comes a point where you need to do what you can so you may live with it, or simply let it all go."