The writing’s been on the wall ever since, hell, ever since camp. We were doomed from the start, and it’s my fucking fault.” Evan speaks up. “Then erase it.” “What?” “Don’t give us that ‘writing on the wall’ bullshit, Ryne. Change it. Rewrite it. Own your shit, man. Ya done fucked up but if you care about him—and you do—then fight for him, instead of standing here stewing like a miserable bastard.”
