Prison is stone and metal, and you're not supposed to have a whole lot of feelings. guys who are soft get extorted. but at night, when i was left alone with my mind, my memories of my daughters penetrated that numbness — a combination of good and grief. there was so much regret, such a feeling of , not to be able to hold my kids in those moments. but it reminded me that whatever i was going through, i had to go through, so i could get back to my children. what conclusion is best supported by the paragraph above?