[ He is angry over that, he can't deny it. The anger sits in his stomach on low heat, simmering before he can fully let it go.

And he will. He has to, if he wants any chance at moving on. ]

I am glad that it was not you, Andrew! I am relieved that you saw justice, that your killer was rooted out and taken to task for what he did to you. If what happened to me were to happen to anyone else at all, anyone I care about, I—

[ Would not have been able to move past it. His fists clench tight, nails digging into the skin of his palms before relaxing. ]

I am relieved that it was me. If anything, it should have been me alone.