And when the world can't sway them, it finds some way to kill them.

[He takes a breath, looking away from the scene and at Byerly. He isn't coming apart at the seams, but there's an unguarded vulnerability there. Regret, and a fear of being judged, overcome by the trust he has in him.]

They were both still alive, in the present. Felix went home and made a testimony of good will to the senate, then he passed away. His father spent his days wishing he were dead in a cell, no matter how I tried to speak with him. [A beat.] I wasn't a good friend, before all of it transpired. I owed him so much, but in wake of losing his family, I'd told him he should just get over it and move on. If I'd been there for him, if I'd understood, things would have been different.