"It is my fault."

And it will take him a long time to believe otherwise, even if eventually he'll stop arguing with her aloud about it.

"What more could you have done? I left you and stayed out of touch. How did you even find me?"

Though he does start to get an idea, when he talks about the others. The nod of his head is jerky; a touch resigned.

"All right. Who's-- here?"