He jerks slightly but doesn't jerk away. He looks into Rich's face, trying to figure out how to put this. "... I... was supposed to kill him, and then me. That way no one would have to take revenge for him like I was taking revenge for Mom." But he didn't. He didn't manage to. "... Someone else got to him first. And he was dying anyway. And then he took a bullet for me."

Ken's dealing with a lot of complex emotions that would be hell for an adult, much less a child. "... I don't know what to do. I wasted two years of my life. That's..." He frowns and tries to do math. "I'm eleven, so two years would be... mmm, I'm not good with division..."