[ He breathes out to take a moment again, cynical humor and hopelessness and resolute bloody-minded determination all in one. Harold's whole expression compresses. ]

Damn thankless, mostly.

[ And now, unexpectedly, he smiles slightly, just a bare curve of the mouth. ]

Saving people, though, I believe that's a pure good -- no matter who it is. It's not that it can balance out. [ He's not trying to repent or make up for anything he's done, directly or indirectly. It's just that... it's worth it, on its own face, without anything else behind it to give it meaning. ]

I'd just like to spend what days remain to me believing this.

[ Harold spent so long making it so very complicated, and he'd lost everything. This is what he wants now. What he has left that gives him purpose. ]