For a long agonizing moment, his expression turned pained. “But I did.” Emotion slowly crossed across his dried face. He could see her tears fall out of the corner of his eye, and it broke him. God, keep him like this forever. Let him die a slow death alone. Thomas could take any of that. He would grin and bear it. But, Wanda was crying. He couldn’t take this. He’d fucked up soooo badly. It was all over and his face showed that. All he wanted now was for Jean, Billy, and Wanda to continue on. Dying slowly will do that to you. Put you’re regrets into perspective. He slowly tried to turn and face Wanda then. Conflicting emotional thoughts bubbled at the surface of his mind. He forced himself to slowly speak again with renewed effort, “God, I did. I’m not right. Look at me. I still think you're were there when it happened.”