...Eh. Regret's a part of life. Can't go through life expecting for it always to go well, yeah? Then you're only setting yourself up for disappointment when it invariably goes pear shaped.

[John smiles a bit more, a bit brighter, and leans forward. His fingers are threaded in front of him, between his knees, and he considers the man on the screen that he shares a face with. It really is something remarkable; something to do with all of this strangeness, he wonders.]

Oh no - I know I don't have it all figured out. If I thought I had it all figured out, I'd be a preacher, not a scientist. [He grins a bit more.] I think...I think we all have our own measure of strength - and it's not always in the same manner. We might be fragile in a way that someone else isn't, and so on. Just a matter of finding that strength.