I was basically a golden statue for a week. There wasn't much of anything I could do to help my family during that time. Even when it came down to the wire, I was powerless.

[He stops himself short of rambling on, breath hitching as he clenches his teeth. Ford then sighs and raises a hand, rubbing the back of his neck before he glances at the mural, watching the light from her gem dance over it. Once upon a time he might have been naive enough to believe that, but he doesn't really know what to believe anymore.]

We did the only thing we could do, my brother and I, to keep the kids safe. If that counts as good, then...I guess there are good things in the universe.