[He doesn't move. His head remains touching the speakers of the radio, leaving sticky and ominously red stains across the front of it, his eyes remain closed, and his ringing ears try to block out everything but the sound of static.
He does not want to acknowledge Jesse, he does not want to talk. He wants Cecil back, he wants to erase the last few hours and make a different decision, make an unscientific decision.]
I killed him.
[It is a quiet confession that seems to echo like thunder.]
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He does not want to acknowledge Jesse, he does not want to talk. He wants Cecil back, he wants to erase the last few hours and make a different decision, make an unscientific decision.]
I killed him.
[It is a quiet confession that seems to echo like thunder.]