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[malfattore]

{It was funny. He knew he'd die.

Didn't expect to wake up in an alley, though, least of all that alley. Malfatto recognizes it the moment his eyes flash open, the brick, almost the scent, though what comes new of it is the sheer, crippling pain when he tries to move, tries to turn on his side. Rasping a breath, lungs searing, he cries out

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[voice]

[girl_unlocking]

[Merda. Yeah, that's about right. How much? Oh, she still despises you, but this is just enough to dislodge it from its foundations, like threadline fractures in colored windowglass.]

You died.

[And you deserved it.]

[voice]

[malfattore]

{Well of course he deserved it!}

{... not that he knows of, though. Pity, that.}

Dawn.

Why? How?

[voice]

[girl_unlocking]

[What. Why is he even asking this? She's shaking.]

I don't know how. [Brick? Gun? Strangulation? She's okay with all of them.]

You killed people. [through gritted teeth] You killed Riza.

[voice]

[malfattore]

Riza? {Thinking... thinking... } The angry woman up there?

Who else did I kill?

{A sigh. Oh, the trauma of waking without memories. So trying.}

I don't remember any of it. I... I'm not sure what else to say.

[voice]

[girl_unlocking]

I don't know their names. Anatolian women. In a---

---why am I even telling you this? Are you serious? You don't remember anything about what you did?

[What I did because of you?]

How about I'm sorry or...

...god, those are just the ones we know about. W-were there more?

[voice]

[malfattore]

I remember being at work. The Arena. I remember dreams... waking in the alley, hence my inquiries. What more do you want?

{An apology? Sure. Why not.}

If saying I'm sorry helps whatsoever, then have it. I'm sorry. Beyond that, there isn't much else I can do for you, Dawn.

{Except smell your hair. Love it!}

[voice]

[girl_unlocking]

[Bursting into tears right now, because this is just too much.]

It doesn't make it okay! You said you did it because you could. What changed? Why?!