He died in my arms.
I don't think I've ever felt pain like this. I don't think anyone could ever know such limitless, bottomless grief. He was my everything and now, now there's nothing.
It's my fault.
I knew that he was falling in with a bad crowd. I mean, calling themselves the Black Arm Gang, it was like a calling card to trouble. I had every opportunity to step in and get him out of there, but I thought to myself 'No, he has to make his own choices'.