I have to finish something here. Nothing feels finished. None of it feels finished. Owen and I… we’re split over something that hasn’t even happened and we never even split up. And you and I are not finished. George is dead and he’s gone and it’s supposed to you, me, and Alex and now nothing is finished. I am not finished.
“One way or another our karma will leave us to face ourselves. We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up on us from behind. One way or another, our karma will always find us. And the truth is, as surgeons, we have more chances than most to set the balance in our favor. No matter how hard we try we can’t escape our karma. It follows us home. I guess we can’t really complain about our karma. It’s not unfair. It’s not unexpected. It just…evens the score. And even when we’re about to do something we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass…well, it goes without saying. We do it anyway.”