My fault.

And I'd rather it had cost me a limb than to see you hurt that way.

It cuts my heart.

I can't rest over it.
And you hurt me, too, I reckon, about as bad as anything can.
Maybe you hurt me more than you know.

But as to our rights to anything back of the curtain that's before us, before your life and mine, why, I can't begin until something else has begun.