[There has been too many losses and too many people left behind. Friends, lovers, family, companions. Fate rarely is kind to those it curses with eternal servitude. Archer won't say anything even if he'll feel Caster's tears. He's staring up above, not really seeing the darkened wood.]

Who knows. Perhaps it's the kind memories you left behind, perhaps it's the tears and sorrow. [that's not for them to know, another question left unanswered.] I think it's an answer enough.