I won't make light of what you did -- of what Ms. Groves did, and Elias -- and everyone else. What you've all sacrificed for me. I won't take any drastic measures.

[ Harold's never been the type to be actively rather than passively suicidal. He can make this assurance and he means what he says; he was given the same gift over and over, repeatedly, by people he can't deny or forget or ignore. The gift that he would get to keep on living, and they wouldn't.

His speech is rough, halting, the words scraped up from against the bone. ]

But you can't expect me not to mourn you.