“You are blameless. Whatever horrors you committed were forced upon you. Malcolm knew how much it would tear you up inside.” Tal closed his eyes, more tears cutting tracks down his cheeks, his features crumpling. “You have to let me…” he whispered. “You’ll forgive yourself,” Foley insisted. “You will. And in the meantime, you can take that misplaced sense of guilt and use it to make amends. Help fix what Malcolm used you to break, Tal. There is still hope.”
