[And Darin finds himself unable to hold back the lifetime of sadness that has sat within him. Congealing like a murky pool in the depths of a cave. Deep and unfathomable where no light can reach. Tears trickle down his cheeks in time with the wax.]

I'm scared of ghosts because I'm scared that one day I'll cross paths with the ghosts of my parents. I'm terrified of how disappointed they must be. I'm scared that the first time I hear my mother's voice, it'll be to tell me that I've let her down.

[He steels his jaw and stares into the flames, too afraid to avert his gaze. He doesn't want to see the pitiable look Zelda must be giving him.]

I'm their unfinished business, Zelda. Just like I'm Dromas' unfinished business. He has every right to hate me for the joke that I've become. Caught between who I am and what I am. Every ghost, every specter, every phantom...

...They're just reminders that regret transcends life.

And when I see them, I can't help but wonder if my family regrets me.