Of course it's my fault, Leia. She was there. That house was my responsibility, just like -- just like that other one, only this time it wasn't because of anyone else, that it was such a horrible place. It was my horrible place that I deserved and I should have been there. If I was there, then -- I don't know. I don't know what would have happened, it was my house. I would have been there.

[ But the words don't stop, she can't stop them from just, tumbling out. ]

She was afraid of that house, you know, I held her as she cried in my kitchen one day because she was so afraid and tormented from the reminders of being there with Pride and. And I thought, well, maybe, maybe moving here was okay, because now she wouldn't ever have a reason to go there ever again and get so frightened. Except -- she went there! And I... I couldn't save her. I couldn't save her. I pulled her out of that house, I held her, and then she ... she was gone. She was gone, Leia. How can I even go over to see her now? How could anyone allow that?! All she'll remember is -- is slipping away like that, in my arms, and being in that, awful smoke in that awful place and I just -- I can't do that to her. She's been through too much.