[He can't be telling this to this kid. This kid respects him. That's what he wants, right? Somebody who looks up to him and thinks he's the good guy.

Even if that's not everything he is.

Is it even fucking fair to the kid to tell him this? It's not his problem, he's got enough to worry about. Or is that just cowardice talking?

You can't just let somebody believe you're someone you're not.]

This is gonna sound fucking nuts. Hell, could be I lost my mind. That'd explain a lot.

[Shit, how does he even start?

In the end, he rattles it off like a typewriter.]

See, where I come from, there's this guy. He was a suspect for a while, big kidnapping and murder case. Ugly shit. Everything said it was him. Turned out it wasn't. He gets cleared, the kid lives, it's all happily ever fucking after.

Except his kid says he's dead. And he says it was me.