[Oliver's cool words penetrate him like ice does the cracks and crevices of rock, and as if by the forces of erosion something inside of him crumbles. His tears are hot and sudden on his cheeks; they dampen his voice. His fingers dig into his legs as he tries to hold himself together.]

I couldn't. My car - we used it to...to transport Sam. His DNA is all over the inside of it. And only Annalise knows where it is - or Frank, I don't know which. But don't you get it?

[Sam had been only the beginning. He had had to break more laws and tell more lies; he was no murderer, but blood stained his hands nonetheless.]

She owns me. And she could have ruined me, worse than she already did. Now do you get why I hate her so much?