JACK
I should have gone faster.
I should have moved faster with Finn. Busted us outside more quickly. Worked harder. Allowed for more time to go back in and help the rest of them.
Sage’s dad was still inside the building.
Dr. Cunningham had still been alive inside that building.
I could have done it. I could have carried him out. And Sage, too. At the same time.
I should have pushed myself harder, given more. I needed to give more.
More. Always more.
Instead, Dr. Cunningham was still inside.
He died.
Why did I let everyone down?
People dying.
Everywhere people dying.
Because of me.