[Angus stands quietly. He's known that feeling too well, but all of the flowers that grow in this garden won't be enough to measure the magnitude of his regrets. The people of his Earth, of alternate Fife, of Rina and Varian and Connor and Sissi. People who he could have had a chance to save. Of Mumble, who had not been aware of his human body's limitations. Of the SQUIP, who could have been taught to disobey its programming. Each flower representing a failure on his end. On everyone's end, he corrects himself.]

There may be a book in the library. Varian and Rina deserve to be remembered for this.

[He rests a hand on Benjamin's shoulder, the other in a fist over his heart.]

Their deaths must have to mean something.