[ He offers a small smile, genuinely happy to hear that Kamala was given what she deserves. A family, friends, people who love her that shaped her into the person she is.

It's the kind of life that he was hoping his siblings would have if he managed to avert the apocalypse. Now he realizes how idealistic that was. How childish. A failing on his part, no matter how they may shift the blame from him.

In a way, Kamala represents what he wanted. She has a chance to live out a normal life, despite all the tragedies she's suffered. ]

We all have something we want to go back to. I suppose. [ He shrugs lightly. ] Believe it or not, I sometimes catch myself being too much of an optimist. I really thought I could fix everything.