He would have been even better if none of this had fucking happened. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head falls in his hands as he shrugs, feels like garbage in a million and one ways.

"Terrible. And guilty as shit." He sighs, "Honestly surprised I didn't crack before, but then people started dying, and I had to fix it even more than before, and if I said anything, I might have died wrong and then it might have gotten worse."