Mondo made no move to stop him. Shit, as much as he should hate him right now, he must be so torn up about that trial still. Feeling his shuddering hold on his arms ate away at his already chewed-up and guilty heart. It was his fault he was this way in the first place... He truly was a master at breaking things. Since he couldn't change the past and he was too weak right now to change what kind of a dishonorable person he was, he couldn't find a way to fix this.

Amid all the questions circulating in his mind about their bewildering spacial and temporal circumstances, one thing stood out among the rest. One thing he needed to get off his chest no matter the time and place. "...I'm..." He paused, balling up the sheets in his fists. "Sorry." It's all he had. "I fucked everything up, didn't I?"