The knife is buried in the wall.
Krauser is leaning against the opposite wall, head in his folded arms. The plaga is dead silent. It doesn't know what to make of what's going on in his head.
Neither does he.
I led her to safety and now the last of her's on the armory wall. He doesn't even know what level that's eating him on, because they were rapidly not on good terms, but somehow it's bothering him. He has no way of dealing with it.
Chris said Leon survived Saddler. He tries to block that one out. He can't, right now. Leon did none of the things he did, and still succeeded. He has to block it to function.
They're showing up here. More and more.
Decan knows. Chris knows.
There's one more.
I left it behind. I left it all behind. It's here. Killing it means killing Chris.
I stole myself and handed me over to the apartments. He's here. I belong to the apartments. He's with the apartments.
Whenever he hits that one:
I wasn't anyone's, once.
It's starting to take him apart.