Hn. [He nods, bracing his palms on the counter. He's still tense, not from anger, but from the burden of over a century of guilt. He's seen how little caring for someone can make a difference, doesn't know if he can believe that it's enough. The training they provide is beyond merely self-defense, but...

He takes a drink, shoving down the guilt and pain and anguish as he swallows. He thinks of the changes that have gone on within the walls in the past year.]

Is that enough?

Charlie wanted to change the world for these kids, make it so they wouldn't need to live lives like ours. Now, we're just changing them to fit into a world that hates and fears us. I can't help but wonder if there isn't more we can do...