Sparkle nodded. It was a little numb, a little distant, but it was a nod. He knew. He knew logically speaking that it wasn't his fault, but it still made his guts twist. Still made him angry and humiliated and terrified that he'd fuck up everything with the people who loved him now, not because he was an easy target but because he was Sparkle.

"That's why I was talking to a lawyer," he mumbled. "About the arson charges and about taking him to task for... it all."