That pass was perfect.
It had to be; I accept nothing less from myself, but now they're going to blame the little guy. I don't see how it's the kid's fault either. This is going to tear him up, and his brother, too. We lost.
It's not like I ever wanted to take over. I just . . . wanted what was best for the team, and with Boromir's arm out . . . It just happened this way. He wanted it too badly, pushed too hard, and all for nothing. I couldn't even give it to him. Couldn't win for him.
I'm sorry. Sorry that we lost, sorry that he couldn't be where I am. Sorry that the pass was perfect.
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