[After events had eventuated, and Elias had kept his word, Deon went to lie down on his bed in the Arcade. After a few long minutes, he speaks.]

It's never enough, is it?

You work to save people, they fight against you. You prove they're safe, they say you lie.

It's bloody discouraging.

[He sighs.]

And when I try to get people to just talk to you...they'd prefer to dwell in their hate.

How do you keep going? How exhausting it must be to have people hate and hate and hate all the time. I didn't have to live with it for too long back home. This has been constant for you.

I'm sorry. I failed. I'm not very good at this.