[He's quiet while she takes his shirt in her hands, and remains that way for a heavy pause.]

I did... fight back. I really did--you gotta' believe me, I really tried. But every time I did, someone else suffered. I... killed so many people, at the church. When they tried to kill me, I--

[he stops, gaze wandering from heather to the journal]

I had to kill my mom, killed Judge Holloway--couldn't save Wheeler... Couldn't save my brother. My friends. Everyone in the town, gone... and now...

[Now Chase and Murphy. He can't bring himself to say it. But there's a desperation behind his words, like he's genuinely seeking answers--he needs them, so badly.]

... Tell me--what good have I ever done, fighting back?