When Doodle and the narrator were running and Doodle collapsed, the sudden realization that Doodle could be dying came to the narrator and in that moment he told himself,“The knowledge that Doodle’s and my plans had come to naught was bitter, and that streak of cruelty within me awakened.” pg.425. When the narrator went back to help Doodle, it was too late, and Doodle died right there in his brother’s arms. “ I began to weep, and the tear-blurred vision in red before me looked very familiar.” “Doodle!” “I screamed above the pounding storm and threw my body to the earth above his.” pg.425. In this moment, the narrator felt an overwhelming sense of remorse, for he just witnessed his brother die and it was his fault he didn't go back to help him. In the present day, as the narrator looks back on the memories he had with Doodle, he mourns that maybe, just maybe he could've prevented him from