"You can call me John," he growls back, and the voice is deeper than you might expect a kid like him to sound like, but it's still clearly a kid. "I don't know what the fuck those words mean together other than town so try again."

And yeah, that's a very teenage eyeroll.

"And it's not a complicated question, asshole."

He points to a picture on the wall where said blond moppet is posing proudly with Numbers.

"Who's body is this? That's what it showed me in the mirror but that is not what I look like, not even close. Clearly you know him." A pause. A guilty look. "...and I'm sorry."

RALLY as the knife stays off to the side but his hand wavers.

"But I didn't take it on purpose! I just showed up here! This- I don't know what I'm doing here."