[Archer's silent for a moment before responding. He doesn't make eye contact or even look up, focusing instead on the ground, but not seeing it.]

...Today's his birthday. I've been trying to avoid thinking about it since arriving here, but it's been over four months since he died. He would have been twenty-eight.

[He doesn't elaborate for a moment, then finally picks up his train of thought haltingly.]

He... shouldn't have died. There must have been something I could have done. I don't... I don't know how to deal with this.