[ He can't see her expression, her camera is off, and that makes it tricky for him to work out exactly what she is thinking. Still, she deserves her privacy, and who knows what went on in that place after he... well. After his memories cut out all together. ]

No, none of us were. But I should have been better than I was, and listened when someone had a better idea than I did.

[ It's easier to apologise, when you aren't trying to prove yourself all the time. When you acknowledge you still have things to learn.

He reaches up to the bridge of his nose, fresh scar tissue pulling somewhat and he tries to ease that a little. ]

I'm not sure who else I would be, in truth. Nor would I wish anyone else into being me either.

My name is Jacob. Jacob Frye. If you ever want to talk about... it. Then I've become a better listener.