[ He hides it in his expression, keeping it neutral and bordering shallow, but this serves of interest to him. His eyelids lower slightly at that, thick eyelashes curtaining over his eyes and giving him a more thoughtful appearance.

He saw himself as the same, although he pushed people to prove that they were capable of making poor decisions. Fatal ones. In the end, though, he was only a catalyst to so many, in his own mind. He merely awakened what was within others, though he was aware of the blame that came with that. ]

Realizing ones path. [ He wonders what Jacob's is -- or was that it? What he simply stated so plainly before him? ]

I wonder. [ His fingers land on a napkin set aside, pressing into its center and rotating it along the surface of the table. ] Does it matter? The different paths we could have chosen? The roads not taken?