"Affirmative," he says solemnly. "So many good people at the end of my gun... I had to, just because they believed differently. And so many hurt by the devices I couldn't stop... Sometimes you look back and ask yourself, 'Could they have been spared?'" He looked towards the sky, deep in thought. He remembered it all too well. The vests, the soldiers, the caskets... It was a life he was glad to leave behind. His ghost popped up. "You two lovebirds got a problem, and it rhymes with... Ummm..." "Cut it out, Dexter. And... Eww. I just got that. And third of all..." He turns to Alice. "Here. You ready?" He asks, giving her a grenade.