They're ours, aren't they? As awful and fucked up as they are they're still ours and they're still memories we earned. I want to remember all of the people and the things I've learned from them. I think I'm going to need to remember them for my next war.

[Finally though...finally, he wraps his arms around Sara in a real hug.] I'm still sorry though. Maybe if you knew what I was doing you would have been able to pick someone else.