"You still can't even fucking own it!" Josh thunders. The air around him is sparking with power, his expression a little wild. "You - you were living in this goddamn fantasy where everything was going to just work itself out while I was trying to put out your fucking fires. I wasn't in The White Tower to see Kavinsky! I would have been there whether I was fucking him or not!"

And he did. Love him, that is. Definitely didn't save him.

"You were wrong. You did fuck up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get over it. We don't have the luxury of wallowing in self-hate or regret, and we never have. You admit you fucked up, you pick yourself up, and you keep moving or you're just going to die where you fall."