Tell you what? Why I'm mad at myself? That one's easy, people try to die and I can't do anything about it. Tell you why I'm sick? That one's easy too, I can't sleep because when I do, I think about the people I'm failing.

[ Soul pauses for another cough. ]

Tell you why I avoided you? Can't do that one. It's embarrassing.

[ His face is a little red from more than fever and he glances away from the phone. ]