"It wasn't," he agrees, but he knows he would do it again if Finch presented him with the opportunity. The Machine and Finch, they had given him purpose, a reason to keep moving, something to do. A way to at least try to balance all the horrible things he'd done with a few good acts. He hadn't been able to save Jessica and Finch hadn't been able to either, despite the fact that her number had been given to him by the Machine, but at least he could save others.

"And I'm not sure," he continues. Their names are called for their drinks and he steps forward to retrieve them, holding Dutch's cup out toward her. "Harold never shared a lot of the technological details with me. I don't know if he thought he might be able to try and build a new Machine here or if... if we were on our own. But lately I've been thinking about what we can do without him. If it's worth it to try and find someone else who might be half as good as Harold was with computers."