[ he snubs out the cigarette, exhaling one last cold, cloudy breath into the City sky ]

Took me most of my life to do right by anyone.

[ his voice cracks ]

When I realized what it meant to be a weapon, I struggled with it. Ran. Fought to save my hide, but only that. I thought that coming back to life here meant that my sacrifice didn't mean shit.

But hell, I would've died without seeing what that sacrifice did. And it's---it's made me proud that I made that decision. I died exactly how I wanted to, boy. Don't ever think that I regret it.