[He had to suppress as she continued, certain things hitting him a little harder then they probably should. But when he spoke, his voice was level, purposely controlled, although his hands were clenched into tight fists, and he definitely wasn't touching the secrets thing with a ten foot pole.]

I didn't give her the gun. I didn't rape her. I lost sight of the value of Blockbuster's life and I walked away, and I spent the next couple months trying to kill myself to make up for it, looking for some way to atone for what I'd done. It was messed up, things happened, and I moved on.

[More or less. If he'd really moved on, he wouldn't be here.]