"Stop." Quiet. "I'm not going to let you keep blaming yourself for something that isn't your fault." She holds him, not letting go for anything.

"I need you to remember that we're not blaming you. We're not, so you shouldn't either. We love you, and the things that happened are not your fault." She'll keep repeating it as many times as necessary. "Because you were hurting, it let him weasel his way in. It's not something to be ashamed of. We should have helped you more."

A breath. "We should let the others know we're all right."