His mom probably had a good death, he thinks, unbidden. She got what she wanted. To create something new, and to leave her pain behind. He knows first hand how much that hurt everyone, regardless. He nods with tired but deeply sincere agreement.

He looks out at the field of fallen creatures, taking her words to heart.

"Sorry, little guys," he says, softly. He settles on that idea for a moment, and then looks back at Toby, his voice a bit more steady. "I'll be okay."