It's my choice, he thinks, in some ways as important as the one that landed him here in the first place.

It's his choice. He made it. It's not going to change. "It's a sacrifice I made seventy years ago," he says. "I knew what I was doing then. It hasn't changed. My fellows are here, now, and so am I. I'll say that as many times as you need me to, sir."

He takes another slurp of coffee, thinking over the conversation with Darcy, letting it keep him grounded. He's not going to change his mind.