[Whose fault is that. Who do you have to blame for all of this, Tim? Who do you think is responsible? Why didn't you fix it, fix it, fix it the way Alex all but begged you to? Do the right thing, and burn to death. That wouldn't have fixed anything here, but back home, that would have spared whoever else you might have come into contact with.]
[You son of a bitch. You son of a bitch. Look at what you've done.]
[Look at what you're doing to them. All of them. Thought you could scrape out a life like this. Thought this could be a fresh start. And, oh, you told yourself it wasn't, but everything from your actions to your words suggested that you couldn't help but wonder, couldn't help but hope, as if that would mean anything.]
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[Whose fault is that. Who do you have to blame for all of this, Tim? Who do you think is responsible? Why didn't you fix it, fix it, fix it the way Alex all but begged you to? Do the right thing, and burn to death. That wouldn't have fixed anything here, but back home, that would have spared whoever else you might have come into contact with.]
[You son of a bitch. You son of a bitch. Look at what you've done.]
[Look at what you're doing to them. All of them. Thought you could scrape out a life like this. Thought this could be a fresh start. And, oh, you told yourself it wasn't, but everything from your actions to your words suggested that you couldn't help but wonder, couldn't help but hope, as if that would mean anything.]
[You stupid, stupid son of a bitch.]