It wasn't even the damn memory, all that guilt run through with regret. Hell, it wasn't even the fact that the damn thing confirmed it hadn't meant a damn thing. It hadn't meant a damn thing to Jules either, but a boy liked knowing he'd made an impact. But, hell, no, that wasn't even it.
Point was, plain and simple, that he was pretty damn sure this was something going on in Zee's head. And if this was something going on in Zee's head, then the last thing he'd seen...
"Told you."
"You just shut the hell up, Vi."
The wall wasn't enough to hold him anymore, and he just slid down it and fisted his hands into the nasty rug in the Passages hallway. He wondered if Meredith was living, and he wondered what happened to Nathan, and he wondered...