Andrew flinches, just a little, at the word tortured.

"Well, yeah," he says. "But if you go three years before that, or five years before that, or ... I mean, that's the thing. I've trusted a lot of people, and some of them weren't good people. And I did things for them that weren't good things. And mostly I felt okay about it, because they told me it was okay and I believed them. Until the next person I trusted told me it wasn't okay, and then I believed them, and I called that 'learning better' and 'growing up' and now I don't know if I ever did either."

He shakes his head; his voice is very soft. "He didn't make me like this. I was always like this."