[That flares some life into him, momentarily knocking him out of the guilty, quiet mood. Pale stabbing his pusher always does that to him.]

Oh hell motherfuckin' no, bro, you ain't get to fuckin' blame this on your bad self. What happened ain't fuckin' right none, but it's my motherfuckin' fault. I know you long enough that even... even if it were him, which I ain't saying is, aight, I know he did nothing at all, but even if... you wouldn't have all wanted me to fuckin' freak like that. I fucked up big and I ain't even all sure how to motherfuckin' fix shit yet, but it were my motherfuckin' fault, aight? Not yours.