[His shoulders fall. Yes, he's leaving something out. He had tried to cover for everyone even the one he suspects had a hand in the end. But they won't help if they don't know everything.]

...fine. We all fought. We didn't want to die. Something hit Bliss at the end. It smelled like burning paper.

But I meant that I'll accept whatever you would plan to do to anyone else. [He raises his head, defiant and ready to face whatever comes.]

I don't care who you should really be mad at. There's been enough suffering! I want to find a way to stop it.