"Zac?" Isaac asked.
Zac looked up at his brother, gulping.
"Ike... I... bad news..."
"What?"
He gulped again and chewed his bottom lip. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them a tear dripped down his cheek.
"Luke... Luke died this morning."
"Oh no."
"That was Rebecca... she... she sounded so... so... so distant."
"Is there a date for the funeral?"
"Wednesday at ten. Oh man... this is all my fault."
"No, it's not," Isaac scolded. "It is not your fault. It will never be your fault. It's not yours, mine, Rebecca's or Luke's. If it's anyone's fault it's that of those who beat you two up in the first place."
"I should have tried harder to -"
"Zac haven't you listen to a word I said? It is not your fault! You tried as hard as you could. You did your best. But you were also outnumbered. I want you to say it Zac."
"Say what?"
"Say it's not your fault."
Zac stared at him.
"I mean it," Isaac said. "It's not your fault."
"I've seen this scene before," Zac said. "Have you been watching Good Will Hunting again?"
"Anyone who thinks you can't learn anything from TV is clearly mistaken. Say it Zac. I'm not letting you leave my sight until you say it."
"It's... it's... it's not my fault."
Isaac sighed.
"One day Zac, one day you'll say it and mean it."
Zac watched sadly as Isaac walked away. Then he punched his hand into the wall.
"Zac!" Diana cried, then she noticed the look on his face. "Zac? What's wrong?"
"Luke's dead."
"Oh no. When?"
"This morning."
Zac could no longer contain it. He broke down and cried in his mother's arms.