I guess it's true what they say. You can never go back home.
Jonathan: I've spent years clinging to my memories of freedom, imagining what I'd feel when I finally made it back. Would I be happy? Angry? As hard as I tried, I could never quite picture it. In the end I felt nothing, just the unforgiving cold of the winter air.
[He pushes Valentine forward]
Jonathan: I guess it's true what they say. You can never go back home.