[ He nods; he understands, the house twisted things around for him too, and by the time it started to straighten them out it still wasn't right. ]

I know. I told everybody you didn't do it, that you wouldn't, but... They didn't believe me.

[ His expression twists, sad and resigned and bitter, because of course they didn't. They never did, no matter what. And sure, sometimes he gave them a damn good reason not to believe him, but that was only After. Anything that had to do with that damn house was the truth. ]

...I saw her too. Right before... I tried to burn the whole place down but she stopped it.