[Jesse looks up. He hasn't spoken to Lisbeth yet. He's still coming to terms with the reality of what happened, himself, still searching for the reason. The idea that Lisbeth would be blaming herself... But of course she would. Didn't he blame himself for Jane? God, of course she would.]

I'm gonna tell her. I will. It wasn't her. I don't know what it was, but it wasn't her. She did what she needed to do. I got that. I wasn't - I wasn't mad at her. Or... Christ, she's gotta know that.