And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life [W3, post-investigation]

[Maybe it's by sheer circumstance that he stumbles to the oasis. Maybe it's not. The point is that the murder's done this week and he's not afraid to wander alone through the jungle. His hood's pulled up and zipped up tight around his frame, shivering even with the tropical climate in play.

It takes time, but he gets to the oasis and spots his target seated near the edge away from everything, and he carefully steps over to him before having a seat.

The waterfall's louder than he remembers and he doesn't quite look at him...but he's also sort of shifting to lean against him and his one good arm.]

I'm...[That's all he has to say at first, because "I'm sorry" might come off wrong. He's sorry for a few reasons, but.] ...hey.