[The question takes Rich aback, and he has to resist the impulse to go on the defensive for his own crusade of self-hatred. He feels like this always leads to people pitying him, and it irks him to think that no one understands why he just wants to hold on to that blame.

He manages to rein it in, but there's still a hint of bitterness in his tone.]

Don't think it'd make me feel worse than the people I hurt, but it's what I can do.

[He brings his knees up to his chest to rest his forehead against them, voice muffled from between his legs.]

Just forget it, okay? I don't want you feeling bad for me. Everyone already treats me like a charity case for my dad and the burns. I don't need the charity because I bought a stupid supercomputer and got myself fucking brainwashed.