People have said that before, that this place is a second chance for those who are dead. And even I thought that maybe that's what it was, but the more I think about it it doesn't seem like much of one. All the things people want to live for: family, friends, places, honor, pride; all that stuff - it's not here. It's back where they came from.

There's nothing to prove here. And even if we become wonderful people here, no one back home would know. So what does it even matter?

[Well he knows why it matters. It matters to himself. But it's bittersweet. If he can right some of the wrongs, atone for some of his poor decisions, he might personally feel a little better about himself but it won't actually make it better.]

That's a good plan, he's still with you then. In a way.