[He looks after Emet-Selch with a sad sort of longing. Getting high and debating was probably a mistake in one way or another, but running from his feelings and denying himself the grieving... was worse. He tilts his head a little as he looks at Steven. ]

And sometimes we must choose between the love we know and the chance for something else. But with finite time... there is little real choice, I think. At least here, in this place, it is best to love one another to the best of our ability. You claim to be a bad man, but is Jack somehow worse?

[ He looks at the chalk board and begins to erase the contents. It had all served its purpose, after all.]

If you aren’t naturally nice, how would you describe yourself? Good and bad are so relative, and they hardly describe our real experiences.