Jason shudders, forehead pressed to his knees and eyes closed tight, but it doesn't stop new tears tracking hot down his cheeks. Maybe he just wants to cry and shake his fists, but he's not a fucking toddler, no matter what he feels like.

"I don't know," he says, voice miserable and clogged, "I don't know, I don't. Want to be a fucking case with a plaque on it." Your biggest failure. "I'm all bad memories."