You didn't make me do anything. You didn't -- you didn't do anything wrong.

[He can't believe what he's hearing. Ever since he'd remembered the moment, ever since he pieced together what those dreams had been, he'd regretted it. Not taking Matt's place -- never that. But what he'd done to achieve it.]

[That... and leaving him behind.]

[Guilt, really. He'd expected to be the one who needed to apologize. Not the other way around. His hand squeezes, briefly, expression twisted. It feels like someone has his ribs in a vice.]

I'm sorry. I... I never wanted to leave you. Either of you. I don't know how it happened. I --

I don't remember anything.