He squeezed his hand tightly, closing his eyes. "Alice... she's not normal. She's extremely rational. If she asked for votes, she intended to go with the results. It was my fault. I told her to kill him." His voice was shaky, and he leaned forward. The corners of his eyes stung with tears. It was all too much. Grief. Guilt. Shame. Loneliness.
"Dan," he whispered. He wanted to ask him... but no. He didn't deserve anything from him.
He wanted to have someone. Someone who cared. He'd thought that could be Dan, but now...