It can hardly be about blame, can it? [The bat is crying- tiny, tiny little tears as he's lifted upward, the head clunking upon the floor with no more sound.] But in trying to stop him, I allowed him to terrorize so much of the world- for longer than he even had when I first faced him...

There is no sense in dwelling upon it. No way for it to be taken back. Yet here in this dream as it seems to be...I can't help but wonder what could have been...