Well, that completely breaks my heart, and not just for the obvious reasons, and it takes me a moment to swallow down the echo of my own issues before I can speak. Forcefully.

"No," I say with a slight shake of my head. "Look, I— I get it. More than you probably know. This thing, this guilt thing because you can't save everyone every, single time, this is me. It's a me thing," I explain, motioning between Tony and myself. "The brains-eating, it gives me visions. Don't know if I mentioned that. And it's like... Okay, I can use this power to help people, right? Avenge people. But people I love still get hurt, or—" I halt, not wanting to say it aloud, not now.

"I'm a hypocrite, sitting here telling you to not blame yourself for what's beyond your control, but only because I don't know how to take my own advice. And I'm telling you, no, Tony. No. It's not on you. You're not God. You're not even some kind of super-powered alien person. You're a man. The best kind of man, the smartest. But still a man. And not everything is on you."