In the end, he can't make himself look in the mirror. He knows he won't see the savior of Revacholian Nationhood there, any more than he'll see the man who inspired that apricot-scented letter. He can only be what he has made himself now: a damaged man, a decent cop, someone who has been granted a single, precious chance to leave the past behind for good.
Disco Elysium (because that quote is too, too perfect for this game)
In the end, he can't make himself look in the mirror. He knows he won't see the savior of Revacholian Nationhood there, any more than he'll see the man who inspired that apricot-scented letter. He can only be what he has made himself now: a damaged man, a decent cop, someone who has been granted a single, precious chance to leave the past behind for good.