You think you know everything from what your little file tells you. [He folds his arms over his chest, stubborn as always. It's the only way he knows how to deal with this.] I'm the one who can hear them. Just me.
Those things growing inside them, and not one even tried to fight back. At all. [He shakes his head. A tinge of what is both disgust and horror comes into his tone.] Margo couldn't have saved them. You take a look around their houses, you're not going to find any goddamn chicken scissors lying around; you won't see blood, nothing. If I'd seen even a hint--
[He stopped. That was getting too close to regret.]
They would've killed their families and died anyway when those things did their chestburster routines. Why doesn't anyone get it? They weren't people any more and they just let that happen without lifting a samba finger. [A pause and the next words sound almost like they escaped him without him meaning to let them. The flat tone he'd previously used breaks up into something else.] How the fuck are you supposed to come back from that?
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Those things growing inside them, and not one even tried to fight back. At all. [He shakes his head. A tinge of what is both disgust and horror comes into his tone.] Margo couldn't have saved them. You take a look around their houses, you're not going to find any goddamn chicken scissors lying around; you won't see blood, nothing. If I'd seen even a hint--
[He stopped. That was getting too close to regret.]
They would've killed their families and died anyway when those things did their chestburster routines. Why doesn't anyone get it? They weren't people any more and they just let that happen without lifting a samba finger. [A pause and the next words sound almost like they escaped him without him meaning to let them. The flat tone he'd previously used breaks up into something else.] How the fuck are you supposed to come back from that?