No, there is your family. It surprises me that you would not attempt to return to their embrace, irregardless of the obstacles before you.

[Renoir freezes beneath his facade. Oblivion. The world is facing oblivion. Their world has been broken and torn apart and this man is whining? Has he no imagination to find a way to return to his family? He hardly looks sympathetic.]

There is everything to return for. But here you are. Whinging.

[He hardly sounds sympathetic.]