[Crap. This has gone too far off script to continue parroting Donald. Think. What would Donald say? Or Wally? Or Aracely? Or May? Or... hell, anyone but him. Because he has no idea what to say. He completely understands where Peter's coming from. No matter how much good he does, it's never enough. It will never even come close to balancing the scales; for every person he saves, it seems like two die. The only difference is with Peter he didn't first drown in blood to get to that point.]

People die every day, some in truly awful ways. You can't prevent them all. You... you're a hero, Peter. [He pauses. God, that was stupid. Where the hell was he going with that? Why couldn't he think of anything to say?

Why must he be the one having this conversation with this kid?

Just when it seems like he isn't going to say anything else, he adds softly:] As someone who blamed all of my problems on you... other you... for a long, long time... they aren't your problems--it isn't your cross--to bear. Only ours. [Runs his thumb over Louise's badge.]

Only ours.