"I'm sorry." My voice came out barely a breath. If I were Rachel, I might have railed against him, told him it wasn't my fault, I was only one person. If I were Marco, I might have laughed bitterly and agreed with him. If I were Jake, I might have looked at him sharply and told him there was only so much I could've done, out there, surrounded by the other Controllers.

But I was me. And all I could do was whisper that I was sorry, hug myself, and feel awful that I'd let this happen.