[Jolt felt like shit after the recent... unpleasantness. He remembered everything that happened. How he hurt his friends and family, or at least tried to hurt them. Like he had no will of his own, a prisoner inside his own warped and twisted body. He hated it, and he hated himself for being so weak as to allow it to happen. He had to say something. He had to be sure everyone was okay, that any damage he caused could be fixed.]

I, uh...

I'm sorry.