"Ah." That line sounds...familiar. Five years of hunting those who hunted him, their search for a young maiden buying him some anonymity as he moved, but the stakes were the same. Chris Sonom would surely die if caught no different than if Crystal had, but he'd pulled strings and whispered in ears and moved the pieces on his side of the chessboard as the Listers had moved theirs until one of them could finally declare 'checkmate.' It very nearly was them on more than one occasion.

"I wish you luck on that course, then, it was never an easy one. Just don't forget other people will want to help, good people, people who will see the same evil you do and not stand idly by. Don't discount them. For now...perhaps one of these doors is your room?"