[rubs at his eyes again, because he just wants to Nap Forever at this point]

I can't save everyone.

[he knows that. he knows that]

But I will damn well try to save those I can.

[reaches out to steady himself on the stairwell railing, but doesn't descend just yet]

If choice is what you guys wanted so badly, then I hope you make the right one on Saturday. I hope. . . you are all okay with carrying this burden.

And I hope you can make a decision on who you trust to save the dead.