[The guilt really was plastered all over Gale's face at this stage. He knows he should have done something to give her some kind of idea of what was going on, and that was his failure. He'd been in such a rush that he hadn't even so much as thought of the idea. That train of thought was lost with what she'd then said, Gale's expression almost seeming horrified to hear that.]

Faye. You're one of the few people I would consider a friend in this hellhole. And I sure as hell don't say that lightly.

[He glanced away from her again, his hands tightening into fists.]

I know, I should have left some kind of message. I'd rushed myself because I realized I damn nearly killed someone that morning.

[There wasn't exactly a way to make excuses for that one, but he knew he had to hurry.]

I didn't want to bother you with it when I thought I'd recover without any issues. You had enough to deal with before that, between your sight and your leg. Yes, I know, you'd recovered before I pulled this stunt. I just- I underestimated how bad it'd gotten. I was beyond help at that point.

[He covered his eyes with his hand, his voice softening.]

And I'm used to dealing with problems on my own. It's just how it's always been for me.

I doubt you want to hear my excuses. I don't even know if you want to hear this, but. I'm sorry, Faye.