"It doesn't matter. I just do the job, and then go my own way. I don't care. I stopped caring a long time ago York."

He couldn't afford it anymore. It caused too much damage. Made him ache and lie awake at night, too fucked up even for nightmares.

The question about Maine and North hurts like that. He's tried forgetting them. Failed. Like he's failed with forgetting everything else where it's all burned into his brain.

"Does it matter? They're both gone."