That wasn't- Billy frowned, and shook his head. "He wasn't-....he wasn't going to die, he just...I was sick of Kessler beating people up. And if it wasn't me it had to be someone else, and...it wasn't fair to just hide in the shadows and let him take my place. Take anyone's place." It wasn't about him, it was about- standing up for what was right? That sound preachy even in his head, like some speech Captain America might make. Coming from his mouth it might have worked, but not from some kid. "I'm not saying I'm...directly responsible for him picking the new kid to harass, but...it doesn't make me feel any less guilty to see someone else take a punch that probably should have gone to you."
He tried to mirror the demonstrated breathing, combing his fingers through his hair and only serving to mess it up more. He felt sick. "Do you remember was highschool was like at all? I know- I know I'm a very small cog in a very big machine. I know Kessler and his friends will beat on whoever they want, whether I avoid or confront them, but-" He wiped at his cheek with a frustrated sniff, "...I don't know, it's hard. I just wanted it to stop. I didn't want to hurt anyone."