Yeah. That's... all I want to be, is better. Better than the Noah of last year or even last month. It's just... it's hard.

[A neverending quest for self-improvement, really, because if he thinks about it? Noah doesn't believe he'll ever like himself or be happy with his progress entirely. On one hand, he knows he's come far, and he's said as much; on the other, he looks in the mirror and still feels disappointed.

Maybe that's just life.]

...thank you for having this talk with me, detective.