[He keeps his eyes on the road still, but he does nod a bit.]

...I've been trying to process things. For a long time I wasn't doing that; I was simply trying to move past them, in a way that allowed them to keep building. I can't keep living like that anymore.

I'm still learning to let go of things myself. To accept that perhaps there's nothing I can do about what happened. I need to be able to live with myself.