"I... I was," he says just as quietly, partially mumbled by his posture. There is no mistaking that he was the man's target. There was no one else there at the time, and then the woman joined in when he was brought inside the warehouse. "It felt like I broke something, and I'm certain I... or whoever's perspective I'm seeing these from was also bleeding."

His fingers grip his sleeves. "He knew. Whatever I was trying to do, he knew the whole time."