"So you blamed Scott? Isaac? You blamed them for something they had no control over, and you know they weren't warned about or given a chance to control?"

And that was it. He grabbed the blanket, giving it a jerk.

"Get the Hell up," he snarled, giving another tug. "You're going to say those words to me, then get on your goddamn feet and do it to my face."

Said the man that still blamed himself every day for letting his family die, for not being strong enough to save them.