[He lets her, which probably says more about his mental state than anything he could ever put into words.]

When I got there Pickles was already dead, and just seeing him like that.. knowing that someone had to kill him. Had to kill Sharky and that it should have been me... it should have been my burden. I don't even remember how many others were dead by then, but there were already so many corpses.

I hope everyone who was killed wasn't... possessed. I don't want to think they were that close to winning. That we almost lost the whole ship. Everyone on it.

And what if some of them got away. We'll never know will we. This will always be something to worry about. That at any time....

[This is where if he had any emotions left he'd start crying, but he doesn't, so he just makes a deflated noise and drops his head into his hands.]

I'm sorry. I should have... I don't even know. But whatever it is I should have done it.