Yeah, we're all...look. Church. What's the last thing you remember? From home.
[It's a question that heralds the sinking feeling in his guts, the nervous realization that he already knows the answer. Don't think of C.T.'s face, screwed up in dismay and outrage: he was my friend. Don't think of the Director, who he looked in the eye for the first time in years and tried not to murder on the spot.]
[Just think of the answers to the question, and the possible explanations that will make the most sense.]
no subject
[It's a question that heralds the sinking feeling in his guts, the nervous realization that he already knows the answer. Don't think of C.T.'s face, screwed up in dismay and outrage: he was my friend. Don't think of the Director, who he looked in the eye for the first time in years and tried not to murder on the spot.]
[Just think of the answers to the question, and the possible explanations that will make the most sense.]