I made you, Horatio. It was my gift to you. And God knows I wouldn't have had it without you anyway. If you pushed Sawyer into the hold, it was to save an innocent boy and nigh on eight hundred other men.

[God, he doesn't have the strength for this, to fight with Horatio over this. Not now.]

It isn't...it isn't what you did, Horatio. It's why you did it. It's who you are. After a day in the oubliette, Horatio, I was begging them to let me out with promises I'd never try to escape again. But you, you simply gave your parole and kept it. You stood on the deck of the Indy and said you were going back.