He sees. Oh, how he sees, and it occurs to him now that if he wished to do his future self a mercy, he would look away, just as he advised Fever to turn away from him. But he doesn't do it; he looks, and he commits Fever's face to memory.

"I suppose that's the difference between us," he quietly explains. "You choose existence over oblivion, even when it hurts you. Whereas I..." He smiles painfully. "I've been letting oblivion whisper its blandishments in my ear for over ten years. I worry it may be too late to shut it out, even with your best efforts."