It’ll fuck with you if keep running the numbers like that. I’ve been doing it since Harrington told me about Max.

[ Too many variables. Too many risks. Billy thinks he was dead. Thinks he died the moment that kid reached into him. He doesn’t say that; supposes Eddie doesn’t care. ]

Do I die? If I don’t, does it save her? Do I keep doing the same shit over and over until someone else does me in? [His voice is eerily calm, until he blinks, then his eyes sting, and he has to look away, has to inhale sharp. ] I killed so many people, Munson. I don’t even deserve to be here.