I needed them, Tim! ( he shoots back, so sudden and firm despite the quivering octave lacing the other's name. it's different - it's the hooded man (the hooded brian? the affected (infected) brian?) leaking through and it takes him a moment and a pinch to the bridge of his own nose to keep from pushing it. ) There's... Too much - there was too much noise in my brain and they helped. They made It feel weaker for a while.

( shameful; he's a thief. he's still got one in his pocket. )

I was sure Jay could lead us to- to ( don't fucking say it ) I thought... He could stop Alex. I didn't want him to die! I didn't want anyone to get hurt.