«Later, Endeavour would know that there wasn’t enough time to think in prison.
There was never enough time.
Ultimately, you were going to die. Whether you were never born, whether you were just a child, whether you had children of your own or whether you were old, young, happy, sad, girl, boy, man, woman... you were going to die, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
All the time in the world wouldn’t be enough to think, to properly think.
By the time you’d thought it all, you would be dead.
The worst thing is, no one ever knows why, and if you don’t know why, you can’t begin to try and work out how, when, who, where, what.
Is there a lot of time to think? Is there too much time to think? Is there too little time to think?
You’d need all the time in the world to answer that.
And before you ever could, the remorseful day had already fallen.»