[A moment. Jun's voice is still a bit shaky when he speaks.]

Guilt implies regret, Sinbad. I very rarely regret my choices--someone has to make them, and it might as well be me.

[He's not going to explain what he means by that, even if Sinbad asks.]

And it's not even that my past is troubled. With the exception of only surviving birth in exchange for being signed away as a baby to Bloom, my youth was, for the most part, idyllic. Bloom left me alone until I was seventeen and an adult. I am simply that sort of man, Sinbad.

[A pause, and then he sighs.]

And men--animals like me don't get what they want. We're not living a faerie tale.