Bart
Oh, God... he... he came after her? I... I...
It's not like I had much of a choice. He did threaten to kill me, too, you know. I fought it as long as I could... He made me believe he wouldn't hurt her. He gave me his word that he just wanted to talk to her, and I... I wanted to believe him, believe that no one who looks anything like my Clark could be that bad.
Oh, God. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. To both of you. You may not want to hear it, but I mean it, Bart. I wish I was dead