"Blame me if you want," Jack says, evenly. "I ain't the one startin' fights and I ain't the one makin' you hate yourself. But hell, go on! Sure it's my fault! Ain't nothin' I ever touched ain't come to some bad end, has it? You ought a have a chat with my old man, you sure as hell'd have plenty a say to each other."

His voice, rising, cuts off abruptly, and he clenches his hands into fists at his side, falling silent only to shake his head.

"Shit."