Two words stuck out to him. One, he understood. One, he didn't. His thoughts whirled, coming together in ways that told him more about himself than he'd ever wanted to know. He sounded at least a little hollow when he said, "Mine would change everything. Likely including you. But... as it stands, you seem happy."

And no matter what it meant to him, would it be fair to change the entire world for everyone?

Damn it all, why had he come to Phoenix about this? Especially if he'd thought advice would be objective? He really was the fool Franziska would call him. Miles paced, arms folded over his chest, eyes not leaving the floor.

Did it matter, whispered an old, insidious voice with a timbre far too familiar, if it was fair? When had the world been fair to him? Why was he concerned with being fair to the world? He had an opportunity to take everything back, to make it right, to be the man his father could be proud of instead of... this. But the fact that he thought it at all showed just how wrong he was. He was a selfish, foolish, greedy man. Letting go was the right thing to do. Damn it.

"My apologies, Wright," he said, suddenly aware of his own silence and walling off all of his indecision firmly. "I shouldn't have disturbed you."