[ Simon buried his face against his knees again, a choked breath that sounded something like a sob muffled as he raked his fingers through his hair again. ]

Abel. Archie. It's my fault, Sam. It was me. Maxine said... there's more. There's worse. And it's my fault. It's all my fault, Sam. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't think... I can't change it. I don't know how to change it. It's too late. I'm the traitor.

[ The last words were whispered, broken, torn miserably away from him whether he wanted to confess them or not. ]