There's fight left in him, but there is also no purpose. No point to resisting. Neil gives up. Gives in. He allows the other man to do as he wills, to wipe away the tears that are falling. Alex speaks, addressing the questions posed a moment too late, and Neil does not move. He doesn't dare interrupt the words he waited for since he uttered the questions.

There's silence after, stark against the pounding of his heart in his head. Neil lets it continue. He counts the beats bringing him closer and closer to the inevitable end.

Is this what it means to move forward? To step toward what is in front of you and never going back?