[he takes off his glasses, the lens smeared with salt, and wipes his eyes.

That done he rolls up the leg of his jumpsuit till its above his knee- it's already swollen and starting to darken.]

Fuck... Ah... Twisted it good.

[his voice is a little slurred, and at first glance it's like the shock is making him a little punch drunk. But the more he talks the clearer it is that it's a dialect]

I didn' think... They'd really do it. They won' let us close like that again. I- god what if I killed us all...?