[He sighs. Up until now, he's stubbornly avoided telling Erik the details of what happened, but what's the point anymore? The man's already told him his story. He might as well have out with it.]
...Nobody blamed me, except the kid whose life I fucked up. That's the problem.
[He stares down at the closest grave marker, somewhere far away in his own head even as he says it-- it wasn't your fault and you murdered her! on competing loops in his mind.]
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...Nobody blamed me, except the kid whose life I fucked up. That's the problem.
[He stares down at the closest grave marker, somewhere far away in his own head even as he says it-- it wasn't your fault and you murdered her! on competing loops in his mind.]
It's like you said. The story was told wrong.