and she can not say anything more- i am sorry , i show again- and it is not just the echo of the source 's grief- it is my own- not just for how i have failed as the sky , for how i have put the entire land in danger after saving them from it- but for the life i have taken- the first life i have taken , ever- and i remember- i remember the knife- and the knife that gave him his name- the knife he used to kill the land at the side of a river , a member of the land who was merely fishing , who was innocent , but who the knife saw as an enemy- who the knife killed- and who the knife regretted killing every moment since- regret painted on him every day in that labour camp , every day as he dealt with the land , regret that drove him mad with anger when he broke my arm- regret that caused him to save me when the burden were all killed- regret that is now my own to carry with me- carry with me for ever- and if that for ever is only as long as the next breath- so be it- the land deserve better- { viola } 1017 is remembering todd- i can see it in his noise , see it as the weapon trembles in my hand- see todd stabbing the spackle with the knife when we came upon it on the side of the river- when todd killed the spackle even when i was screaming for him not to- and 1017 remembers how todd suffered for it- suffering i see 1017 start feeling in himself- suffering i remember feeling , too , after i stabbed aaron through the neck underneath the waterfall- it 's a hell of a thing to kill someone- even when you think they deserve it- and now 1017 knows it as well as todd and i do- as todd did- my heart is broken , broken in a way that will never be healed , broken in a way that feels like it 's going to kill me , too , right here on this stupid , freezing beach- and i know ben 's right .