[ . . . . he just scrubs at his face then. no eyepatch apparently, because that's been confiscated. he's just going to pull at his own hair a bit before he sighs.

he straightens up then and evens out his shoulders.]

... you're right. I know you are. Everything's connected, and it all counts. I guess I just...

[ . . . what. hoped better from people? that they might want to look back at old evidence at the opportunity? or did it just hurt too much? for all his good intentions, there was still something negative that sprung from it.

and he shakes his head.]

No, I won't make excuses. I'll take responsibility and apologize to everyone I can.