[He winces at the fist slamming into the wall. His throat is starting to feel hoarse from all of this yelling, and he takes a moment to breathe while wiping his sleeve across his face to collect stray tears.]

I... I don't mean to blame him for what happened! But you can't blame yourself, either. Not even he wanted to!

You can't treat yourself like a murderer when you wanted none of this to happen... It sounds like it was all a terrible accident!