And you've made the announcement? There's nothing that can be done, now?

[ He must have. He was ready to before Trevor left, wasn't he? And he turns that thought over in his head - there's nothing that can be done. So far as this ever was in his hands, it's out of them now. When he speaks again, there's a rawness to it that's so often hidden by anger of humour or anything other than the soft defeat that's there in the absence of everything else. ]

You better not make me dig another fucking grave. I'm so tired.