The fact was, Puck was very much on the same page as Mercedes. The people who killed Kurt existed in his mind solely as ruthless, cold-blooded, hateful killers. There was no humanity to them... No goodness to speak of... Absolutely nothing that could redeem them, even in a small way, from the pure evil they had carried out in murdering Kurt, and, in so doing, in taking Blaine's life... Puck's marriage... all the things that had made their lives so beautiful before. "I know," he said softly. "We were so fucking happy together... We were trying for a baby. We wanted to have one together before Kurt and Blaine were ready to have their own, because Quinn wanted to be waiting in the wings as a surrogate if they wanted it... But... When we lost Kurt, she didn't... She didn't even want me to touch her anymore. We lost everything, including each other." Looking out across the darkness of the ocean waves, Puck swallowed to regain a bit of his composure.

His eyes fell back to the pendant resting in his hand. In a way, it felt like it was his little piece of Blaine... The piece of Blaine that would stay with him forever, regardless of whether or not he ever appeared on this island. "Maybe so..." Puck replied, his voice breaking with the urge to cry again. "He was never going to be okay without Kurt. Nothing I could've done would ever have saved him from that kind of pain. He couldn't make it without Kurt. There was no fucking chance in hell." Glancing down at Mercedes' hand pushing his gently, he used both hands to slip the chain over his head, the pendant bumping lightly against his chest. "I've tried for so long to move past this, 'Cedes. But... Fuck, we all lost everything that day. Fuckin' everything."