[He has to close his eyes at her words. It's so damned ironic that she's come to save him when he's the reason she's dead. He has so many questions about why some people who've done terrible things are wardens like him and others are inmates. The distinction is so unclear with so many people he's talked to, that it makes him feel nauseous on a good day.]
I killed people, Allison. A lot of people. I can't -- [His voice breaks and he shakes his head.] I'm not ready to talk about it. Not with any of you guys. [And he's not. He's avoided talking about it with Scott and with Lydia as much as possible, too.]
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Date: 2014-08-06 03:19 pm (UTC)From:I killed people, Allison. A lot of people. I can't -- [His voice breaks and he shakes his head.] I'm not ready to talk about it. Not with any of you guys. [And he's not. He's avoided talking about it with Scott and with Lydia as much as possible, too.]