[He feels like a fucking idiot, just standing there still shaking his head. Even just telling her isn't going well; he needs to stop dragging it out.] No... Fuck. Amy... it's not going to stop. Not for you. I'm sorry. [Those two pathetic little words never really conveyed what they were meant to, but there is literally nothing he can do. Regret is still written all over his face, but he's resigned.] According to the legends, if you get cursed and you tell anyone, it cements it in place. And you told me.