[He... can't bring himself to tell Orpheus. Not about Lucy. What happened to her, what he did to her. The first day, they'd bonded over how much they loved their wives. But Orpheus still had Eurydice here, with him, alive - no matter how dire their memories were.

While Lucy was pulled further and further away from Benjamin, more and more unreachable with every passing week.

But at the mention of Farrah, his grief both sharpens and eases.]

...I got what I wanted. What I deserved. And yet I was the one brought back, to relive my mistakes, my crimes, my grief, while I've had to sit helpless watching all of you - people I've come to care for like family - die, week after week.

They deserve better than something like me. I'm afraid all I can do is hurt them.