[ When she doesn't say anything, Baby find himself at a loss for words, for a moment. So he lets it pass - drives them to the overlook and parks when they reach it, the engine ticking as it cools once he's turned it off. They sit in silence for a short while, and then he turns towards Isabelle, biting the inside of his lip before talking again. ]

I could tell you it was all circumstances, and they didn't help. But I made some choices. They weren't good ones. I'm no hero, and I understand if you'd prefer just turning back.

[ He wouldn't blame her, or anyone. He believes himself to not be a terrible person, to have been pushed to his limits, but. He's also let a lot happen to him without flinching. ]