Carina: I didn’t want to call you when I was in the car with Andrea because I knew you would talk me out of it and tell me to make my brother stop, tell me it was dangerous, and you did, and you were right. And I still think… I feel like this is… why, why didn’t I stop it? This is all my fault. My brother is dead because I’m an idiot. Maya: Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me, none of this is your fault. Carina: Then whose fault is it then? Who am I supposed to blame? Maya: Blame me. We have to get some of this off of you. I can take it. Blame me. I should have gotten to you sooner. I should have been there. Blame me. Carina: Maya, this is not your fault. Maya: Then why is it yours? Carina: Because I let him on that train. I did that. Maya: Give me the guilt. Give the blame. Give me the part that stings the most. Let me hold on to it for a little while, and when you’re feeling stronger you can have it all back. I promise.