No-- you... [He groans, clutching his hand back through his hair. Threads of dark matter have begun to creep across the bridge of his nose, and his sneer widens with a few choked sounds. What if any space left between him and crushing walls is filled with tangled webs of dark matter reaching out from his mid back, hastily winding themselves around him.
He grits his teeth to keep from shouting out.] This is your fault. [This, now. All of it. It was all about you, wasn't it.]