The last of what I remember before my arrival? Silver walls and fluorescent lights, a pane of glass separating myself from the core. But if we're speaking of major events ...

[He's silent for a few long seconds, but then his words pour out like gunfire.]

Knuckles burying themselves in my cheek. I am silent. A lifetime of blindness. I let him strike again. The third time - there's nothing. Tears seep through the cracks of his fingers. For each one, a sin against him. My words mean nothing.