"I'm sorry Harper, but you're wrong," he replied, his voice was soft as he spoke. "I was not the boy with no choice… I was the boy who didn't take the chance. The boy who didn't take his only chance at redemption, at being something better than he was. I had a choice, Harper. I had a chance to be something… anything, but I let fear choose for me. I chose to do the wrong thing, and I lost you for it. I nearly lost the most important thing in my life, and I didn't know what I was supposed to do without it. I was lost, and when the lost man is given direction, any at all really, he tends to follow them in the vain hope that he may very well escape the darkness of their helplessness. I had lost my chance at a brighter life, Harper, when I lost you. You were my light, my only chance. You were… the boy who lights the way, my light in the darkness."