[he shakes his head, pressing further back into the wall as he stares up at the ceiling. He's still unsure why he didn't cut those wires that were the only thing keeping Becky from turning into a horrific marionette, whether he should be ashamed because he didn't listen to him fast enough, whether he was too squeamish or whether he'd really listened to her trying to say no, to Agent York telling him it would kill her-]
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I didn't. I don't know why, but I couldn't.
It didn't matter in the end.