I don't think I'll offer my sympathies. [ There's almost something like dry humor to the way he says that. There's a low level of dread that seems to slide down his spine, an icy chill that settles and doesn't fade. He knows the danger that he's facing here.

He's too stubborn to call this off. It hasn't gone too far yet. ]

I don't know if there's a way to win here, but I'm going to fight. I don't need a past to do that.