[His expression flickers a little, tightens. Ah--]

No. [It's softly said, like remembering something from a long time ago. Something painful and sad, and yet fond. His lips pull back into that smile again.

Gentle.] No, you can't.

But.

[... heh.]

You can't keep moving forward, if you're always looking back.

Even if you've had a lot of bad things happen in the past, you can't let yourself forget that there's always a future, that there's something for you up ahead. You just have to...

[Mm.]

... you just have to keep walking.

Ah, you know what they say: whatever doesn't kill you will always make you stronger.

[Smile.]