I won't ask you to "carry on for me," Eve. That's a dead end I've found myself in. Live your life. Get out of the Squad before it poisons you. Be happy -- for God's sake, be happy, if you can. That was something I never learned to do. If you can think kindly of me. If I succeed in what I've set out to do, I think you'll be able to tell. That's all I really want, Eve; for someone to know what I've done. Thank you for the friendship you've shown. I wish I could've responded more. Good-bye.