Oh, well, for someone who's known for being generally flawless despite a few mistakes, that's an easy answer. Dying, of course -- we never finished Gone with the Wind. They did, sure, but without me, and that was my mistake. I took a breath in when, really, logically, I should have taken a breath out instead. Silly mistake, but it was hard to see in there, you know?
Well. Maybe, between me and me, that's not all of it. Between myself I've got to admit that it's something else -- but Rube can't hear of this.
He was right -- it's a mistake to get involved with the living, and that was my failure. I talked to him. He wanted to make me a star, and he said he loved me, and he didn't really love me so much as just ... have, what was it, ideas for me.
And wanted, at times, to hurt me. It got Mason in trouble, got him scared about that post it, and we got rid of Ray and made ... Ray.
We're stuck with Ray. Ray the graveling who won't leave me alone, and so maybe death wasn't my failure, maybe it was trying to hang on harder to life.
Normally, I'm happy. Even if I'm not I fake a smile.
And normally I'm okay with not being alive.
But I've never made so many mistakes in a row before as to cause someone else to die.
So I can't say it was my own death. I can't even say I didn't protect my own sister enough, even though ... well. I've got to say it was me, and what I did to other people. It all comes back to Ray.