[That is the problem, isn't it. There is little comfort in the knowledge that one's efforts were incapable of changing the outcome. The only possible measure for a human's life is life itself. The best thing he could ever tell her is that at least she didn't make things worse, which is more than he could tell about most of his own actions since the day he was born.
He offers her a handkerchief. Let her grieve. Someone has to.]
Yes. Yes he is...
[The elevator door opens to reveal an infirmary. There are still some doctors left behind and no more than a dozen patients. It seems that they are safe here. Soon the young lady will be restored to health just enough to board the next ship.]
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He offers her a handkerchief. Let her grieve. Someone has to.]
Yes. Yes he is...
[The elevator door opens to reveal an infirmary. There are still some doctors left behind and no more than a dozen patients. It seems that they are safe here. Soon the young lady will be restored to health just enough to board the next ship.]