"In a way," Jag semi-agreed. His gaze dropped for a second, but then he forced himself to look up at Coby again. "I was - cursed. It made me - fuck up everything that was good in my life, or near enough." Em had stayed. "Val and Em ended up - breaking it, the curse, but..." But it never really felt like the curse's fault, all the same. His gaze cut away again, for a second, teeth biting into his lip. "I'm sorry. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner."