A long time ago... I wanted to protect people. Funny how those kinda things never turn out like we plan, huh?

(The turk continued on, taking refuge in the warmth of Xanadu from the snow still falling, brushing the snow off his chest.)

...do you have any idea how it is hearing the guy you looked up to most of your life sayin', he wishes he never had kids... that he wishes I never turned out lookin' like him?