So you know you didn't screw him up, then, right? He went bad, he did it on his own, same as me.

[He digs into his pocket, though, and pulls out the crumpled letter, handing it over.] Go ahead. It's real, you know, eloquent. [He draws a knee up onto the bed and rests his chin atop it, flashing a faint, wry smile.] Kid writes way better than I ever could.