Oh, Snowflake.

I jabbed a finger in his chest hard enough to make him wince. "That guilt you've obviously been torturing yourself with?" I snapped my fingers. "Lose it. It's not your fault."

He hesitantly raised his head to look at me. "But–"

"No. It sucks that it happened, but we'll figure it out."

Now would be a good time for full disclosure about my potential demise and black magic borrowing. It would be a very emotional conversation, with lots of ...