It's not. It's mine. I'm the one... It was me, Sam.

[ Simon stays where he is, but he picks up his head, and his eyes are clear, but haunted, fear and guilt still written in his face. ]

They're right. The voices are right. None of it would have gone wrong if it hadn't been for me. I was so stupid, Sam. I didn't think anyone would get hurt. No one was supposed to get hurt. I never wanted that.