Pratt jerks as if stunned, turning to look at Carlisle with a strange expression on his face.

"You made your sacrifice." He sounds a little impressed, his voice soft with reverence. "I never could."

To be fair he had never been put through the trials so he doesn't know for sure if he could kill someone he cared about in Jacob's honor. But he's pretty sure he'd fail miserably. Now that he's away from the cult he's starting to think the reason he never had to go through Jacob's trials like every other recruit was because the Herald knew he would fail and didn't want to kill him before he became a useful tool.

But that's a thought for another time. The less he thinks about the Project at Eden's Gate the better. And here in this little garden, a bit of Eden in this miserable place, it's easy to forget about them and all they've done.

Pratt looks back at the garden, "It was worth it. Look what you achieved here!"

Sacrifices must be made.