I would not have left Ben to watch Luke on his own. I would not have left Luke if I could have helped it. There are precious few instances where I give my word, Red, but I gave it to his mother. I swore I would do whatever I could to keep him safe.

[Not that it would save him. Not that it would save Ben. The lingering threat of inevitability was starting to make her itch again, and it was terribly difficult to shake it off.]

The past is past. We cannot predict the future, unless it's already been written. However I go? I can only know I go down swinging.