...bad things happen, [Yngvi says. Kit smiles down at the floor, but it's a painful-looking expression. Like making his lips turn that way goes against the grain suddenly.]

He's making it worse now, he's got to turn it back around. It's not about him really, is it? He only needs to look into Yngvi's eyes and see the ghosts forming there to know that much is true.] Shit, [he swears quietly,] I came in here to check on you, you know, see how you're handling things, and I'm making such a mess of it. I'm sorry, Yngvi. I think-- [He stops himself to swallow hard and rub at his eyebrows, grimacing. It's so difficult to speak, suddenly, like a great weight has knotted itself in his gut and is dragging him down.] I think I'm the bad thing that happens to folks. I think it's me, that makes it bad.