[ the rest of her confession takes him by surprise, because it's all fresh, her loss still barely breathing within twenty-four hours. it'd been years since the massacre at the park, years since his life was deemed entirely over, since he'd gone on his endless rampage seeking out ways to settle the war inside his own head. and still, it felt like it was yesterday.

for her, it really was. ]

Shit. [ he says it quietly, eyes diverted low as he peers to the floor. ] Sorry, that ... you really do got all the reason to be pretty pissed off right now. Hell, most days, I'm — most days, I still am.