My brain is squeezing me in the middle.
The Bright Side says, Stop blaming yourself. Day after day all you did was hang around while Bump did the talking and the mocking. You didn’t paint the shack. You didn’t rip off the plank. You didn’t demolish the place. You didn’t even come up with the name Soop. It was all Bump. All you did was step up and take the heat for him. You’re not a rat. You’re a hero.
The Dark Side says, Don’t kid yourself. You’re a rat. Sure, Bump carried the ball. But you were on the team. You were there the whole time, grinning and nodding and going along with the program, like Bump’s little dog. Did you ever raise a finger to stop it? Did you ever once give the goober a break? You want proof that you’re guilty? You feel guilty. Deep down you know it. You know the guilt isn’t just Bump’s. It’s yours too. That’s why you confessed.