I know. I get it, it's not easy no matter what, just--
[-- something, it could be easier, maybe. If he even so much as knew what he was doing, half the time.
He pauses at the question, biting his lip.] I... I don't know. Is that- is that bad? I mean, I know I regret what it caused, I could do without the whole crippling anxiety about how Scott won't understand and my dad already feared I was a murderer before and now I am and--
[No, right, he didn't mean to unload all the anxiety on you, let's get back to the point here.] ... but I don't know if I'd have tried to save him. I don't think I could have, I mean, a metal pole went straight through him, I don't-- could you even do anything?
[Not an answer, that, no, but maybe a non-answer is better than voicing the thought that maybe, maybe he would have reacted the same way, maybe he wouldn't have done a thing. Maybe he would have just let Donovan die.]