[He isn't wrong. Rip does indeed blame himself, in every way he can find. It doesn't matter that the guilt is illogical--that he had not only been fighting against Vandal Savage and time itself, but the Time Masters, the Oculus, the very manipulation of the universe until that one outcome was guaranteed to happen, over and over, no matter what Rip Hunter might have done to prevent it.

That knowledge does nothing to absolve him of what Rip sees now and forever as his sin.

He watches Mick in silence as the man fills the air with his own questions, each as burning as the flame he presents. Rip already has some context for this; perhaps it is an unfair advantage, but their journey back through time thanks to the Pilgrim has allowed him to see the night Mick speaks of.

Still, he hadn't known everything. He certainly never would have guessed that Mick carries that weight in his heart.

There's a flicker of a grin as Mick tries to console him. It's a thoughtful effort, if still futile in the end. So much of it is, and Rip huffs out a sound not unlike a laugh, though far more bitter than one should be.]

You aren't wrong, I'm afraid. [Not even about who is truly to blame, even if Rip's guilt is far more stubborn than swayed by his words. He taps his fingers lightly on the table, judging, debating as always.

But in the end, the death of his family is set. There is nothing that can be done to change it.]

I didn't save them. In spite of every effort, every sacrifice, Vandal Savage still slaughtered my wife and child. Even if I were to return home and succeed in putting an end to the man--[And there are indications that they will, thanks to Ray.]--it is too late for my family.

Miranda and Jonas are dead.