"It is," Burr whispers, and clutches back at him. "From the moment my bullet left my pistol I regretted it. From the moment you feel onto the ground, I wished only to turn back time. I didn't want you hurt, for all you had ruined me."

Spent the next years of his life until now unable to forget, for all he was unapologetic in public. Rallied against his vilification and the erasure of all of Hamilton's wrongdoings at the same moment he lost himself and drink and tinctures and whores. While this new Hamilton was suffering somewhere on an isolated island.

I'm old, Alexander. I've lost everyone. I don't want to hurt you." Leans in and presses a long kiss to his forehead. Holds him there. Prays.