"Of course," he says, quietly. "That doesn't mean I can't be grateful, though. And sorry. It's - no one seems to think it was my fault, but... It wouldn't feel right, if I didn't apologize."

He's been fighting back the urge to tell everyone he's talked to so far that he's sorry, knowing that it's not what they're looking for - but this is for him. His own catharsis. He just needs to get it out of his system, is all.

"I'm... better now. Not good, but. Better." It still feels like the world is coming down around him, but he's able to sit calmly and let it wash over him instead of trying to fight every second against a reality he can't control. It doesn't feel anything resembling okay, but it's not lashing out or hurting other people, at least.