[ As Vex sat there and listened to this, all he could think of was 'let's start over then, it's what I've been saying this whole time!' That impulsive urge not to be lonely continued to gnaw at his gut, despite the fact that he'd been alone the majority of his life- Mark had left a big gaping hole in his chest he was desperate to fill. But somehow, through some small miracle, he didn't try to lure Kavinsky back into his arms. Instead, he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. ]

Yeah. Look, you don't have to say sorry to me. We gave it a go, it didn't work the way we wanted it to. Let's not tear each other up about it anymore, alright? And honestly... I don't think about the people I've killed either.

[ It was a half-lie. There were many deaths he didn't remember, but there were also quite a few that haunted him. He wasn't going to get into that. ]

We're both shitheads, it's why we're mates. And I, yeah, I want to be better too. At least, I thought I did, I'm not sure anymore. I'm not sure... Being 'good' isn't really everything I hoped for.