[Of course she's not going to say, he wishes she would. Sure it'd just further his pity party, but he's spent weeks bracing for people to call him all sorts of horrible things, and it never really happened.]

If that person's important to you, it's not wasteful.

[He looks away again, not out of guilt, okay, maybe out of that, but just because he's definitely made stupid decisions to protect people. This wasn't a new thing, just one in a long line of things.]

I don't think she considers trying to save her friend a waste. And I...look, what I did was stupid, shortsighted, and any other word you want to throw in there. And it's on the long list of terrible decisions I've made, and I'll probably regret things happening the way they did for as long as I'm stuck in...whatever the fuck this is. So forever, probably.

[As far as he knows, anyway.]

But...

[There is just the longest drawn out sigh here because he's kind of done with his pity party. What comes out next is part anger, mostly at the whole situation, but more just kind of acceptance.]

I don't regret trying to help someone I care about. Like I said, she doesn't have anybody else. Doesn't make it right, and it sure as hell doesn't make it okay, but I knew it wasn't when I decided to kill someone.

[He's always known, and yet, he does it anyway.]

So if this ends with you punching me in the face or somehow killing me as a ghost or whatever, can we skip to that? You're probably tired of hearing me talk anyway.

[Humor is probably a bad idea, and yet he still went for that lame attempt to lighten the mood.

As it's probably been made clear, he's not a bright man.]