Drake: You say it’s better that you didn’t exist. Now you have to live with it being a real possibility. Every day.

Zemi: I… … *stares up at Drake, trying not to look honestly afraid* I… don’t know how to do this.

Drake: *runs his fingers over one of the ribbons, hanging next to a picture on the mantel* Some days, neither do I.

Zemi: *looks over* Who’s that?

Drake: That -was- my son.