"No," he says, allowing himself to look off somewhere in the distance, somewhere where he's not looking Washington directly in the face. "I don't know how." He doesn't even know how to own up to them. He doesn't know how to move on if he was wrong. Being wrong is the worst thing he could be, yet if he thinks about his past overmuch he begins to feel his life was nothing but mistakes.

At the latter sentence, he sighs. "The Meta was nothing but Sigma combined with Maine," he says. "They chose to make those actions together. Maine was the one carrying through with everything Sigma wanted."