[ Abbacchio taking his hand came as something of a surprise, Mista first just glancing in his direction before looking at him full on. He couldn't even pretend like he wasn't crying, like he was severely emotionally compromised. ]

I was supposed to be watching, making sure that no one got close! How the fuck is that not my fault?! It doesn't matter whether he could jump around in time or not, I fucked up. Me!

[ His free hand came up to hit against his own chest with a hollow thump, Mista now a full on emotional mess. He was making a scene and he didn't really care. ]

...and we'll never know if he'd blame me or anyone else because I was too much of a fucking coward to tell him what happened. I understood why when we first got here, but after Bucciarati...

[ He stopped himself there for a moment, sucking in a breath before letting out something of a bitter laugh and squeezing Abbacchio's hand. ]

...I should have thought it was a possibility, I should have told him what he might be going back to.

[ What. A. Fucking. Mess. ]