[He stops a moment later, turning to frown a Cliff. There's a prickle of irritation-- shouldn't be obvious why? But, no, this is worth clearing up.]

Everything that happened to me, that happened to my family- to all the people I've loved- music has been behind it. I left my family and I lost them for good. I made music a curse for them, for generations. I got to listen to that man play my songs, her song, as I wore down over time. Miguel, a little living boy, is trapped in a cenote in the land of dead because he wanted to chase after my stolen musical legacy. He could be dead right now! And that's to say nothing of the fact that the man I thought was my best friend murdered me for music! Or even that it wasn't the last time that I let music pull the wool over my eyes so I could get myself and others get killed and worse!

[He closes his eyes, mouth twisting. He pulls a breath, trying to calm down.]

... I'm sorry. [He scrubs his face.] I'm sorry. But I can't. I won't do it anymore.