[Numbers grimaces, not really focusing on Agathe as he speaks. He remembers the day well--it was the last day he had experienced before arriving here. Gunshots. A white-out blizzard. They'd slammed their syndicate-given cars into the culprit's own car, trapping him, driving him out. Numbers had wandered off alone.]
Bastard got me in the back and--and then-- [He makes a slicing motion across his throat, his fingers shaking as he does so.] Didn't mean...I didn't mean to get separated from him.
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Bastard got me in the back and--and then-- [He makes a slicing motion across his throat, his fingers shaking as he does so.] Didn't mean...I didn't mean to get separated from him.
[He sounds sorrowful as he speaks.]