[he lifts his head, some of that weight in his voice lifted out of sheer confusion.]
...Why? I... [he grimaces.] I don't even know...what happened, or why, so how could I?
[any resentment in him? he turns it back on himself. it's his own fault for not knowing things, for not being part of things, for not protecting anyone.]
no subject
[he lifts his head, some of that weight in his voice lifted out of sheer confusion.]
...Why? I... [he grimaces.] I don't even know...what happened, or why, so how could I?
[any resentment in him? he turns it back on himself. it's his own fault for not knowing things, for not being part of things, for not protecting anyone.]