"And?" Snow pushes. "What else?"
"What else what?" I bite out. I don't think I'm breathing properly. I've forgotten how to take in air the right way. This is just. I just. This is. This. Is.
"What else do you want?"Snow asks with an earnestness that doesn't make sense. Nothing is making sense. Nothing isprocessing correctly inside my head.
I don't understand. I don't. I can't.Why. Why is.
"You don’t want to go back to Obsidian Inc. Fine. But what else?"
What. Else.
Something inside me. Cracks.
Pick it up, Jack
All I can see is black. Black and grey. Grey.Black. Black, grey, black.
I need you in this with me
It's too dark. The world is. It's. The world is. Bleeding. Bleeding black.
Hiding is for real people
It hurts, and it burns. Cold. It burns cold. Why can't I. I don't. I.
You knew this would happen one day
I think someone is screaming. Shouting. It's justsofar away. I don't know if—
I'm not sorry
Why is this—why am I—what is—
You want your brother. Fine. But what else?
"Hold him down—Jesus fucking Christ—hold him—"
Pick it up
"How the hell is he still—"
Pick it up
"—moving—he's—"
Pick it up
"Agent Holder, put your gun down."
Pick
"Keep his arms behind his—"
it
"Director, he's trying to—"
—up
