He cut right to it, didn't he? Dom frowned slightly as she poured them both tea and put his cup in front of him politely. If her mum had impressed anything upon her it was manners. "Halloween, 1981," she said quietly, apologetically, as she took a small sip of her tea. "You blame yourself, don't you?"
It wasn't fair that he did, but there was little she could say to convince him otherwise. And explaining that everything was already set into motion or happened wouldn't exactly be calming. In fact it would be all the more depressing.