A single life lost. Oh, he knows so much about that. So, so much. He's with her until that point, and then a little jolt of righteous anger goes up his spine. He sets the bottle on the counter and snarls.

"It already did take what I wanted, okay? Took the only thing I ever wanted. And I was too chickenshit to say anything, so what fucking good is it gonna do me here? When I don't even have ... that person ... anymore?"

Chickenshit. Couldn't even use the right pronoun. Disrespectful as fuck. Why couldn't he say it, even now? He hated himself more than any monster in that moment, and took another gulp from the bottle. Fuck it. Let him turn into his mother. He deserved it.