Erskine smiled; it was tired, and small, but sincere.

"I'd like to say the same. There was a time I could. But we both know how that turned out, don't we?" Not that that particular situation could be applied to everyone, everywhere. And not that he still wouldn't have done anything for his friends, his brothers. Even after that he would have done almost anything for them--up to and including giving himself up, if they'd only given him a chance. If he'd only been able to see his plan through until the end.

"But that's the whole point of this second chance, I suppose," he continued. "Assuming that there is some point to it. And speaking of points, I think I've lost mine." He held a hand up to his forehead and closed his eyes, shrugging his shoulders. "It probably wasn't a very good one anyway."