[Somehow, that was the answer he'd expected. Carlisle sighs, sipping at his drink.]

And even then, if we could ask your opinion from beyond the grave, I get the feeling you'd tell me it still wasn't enough. It may will be, but that is something you must accept and forgive yourself for, or you'll never believe you're worthy of anything.

[Spoken as someone who knows from personal experience. His voice softens.]

It takes a toll on you, and I'm sure Faith wouldn't want that.