I did?

[ In those two words, he sounds broken and unsure.

He could only stare at them as they died. It's only with Cynthia he spoke to her until she finally passed. With Richard, he tried to save him, but failed. He couldn't say anything to any of them; he could only sit down on the floor as Eileen bled out in her apartment. He isn't even sure she was aware he was there. ]

I wasn't able to do anything for them. I was just there.

[ Just witnessing their end. ]

I don't think -- I don't think a lamb could make their ending any less painful or scary. [ He holds his hands out, but he isn't one who talks with his hands, so he isn't sure how to gesture. There isn't flinging of his arms from side to side, but awkward jerking of his hands in the air. ] They were stabbed and burned and drowned and electrocuted -- numbers were carved into them.

[ His arms drop as his head drops. ] Her arm was broken. Not with any -- someone's hands -- [ He opens his mouth and stops speaking for a moment. ]

-- I didn't do anything for them. But thank you.