. . . no. It was my idea. Stop feeling like that. Stop it—
I don't want—either of you blaming each other, or yourselves. I want—I genuinely want to—be able to love both of you. I want—I want it. But there's only one of me—can you understand? I need both of you—I need . . . both of you . . . why . . . can't I have that?