From the Case Files of Survivor No.162

From the Case Files of Survivor No.162
Interview: 2.16.1947

Before we start, I just need to know one thing: Did they kill him?

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Look, I only agreed to this interview so I could get some answers. No one out there seems to know anything, but I know YOU know. So before I answer any of your goddam questions, I need to know, did you kill him?  

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I mean, is the bastard dead?!

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Shit. Fine. Okay. I’m sorry, you’re right, that was the deal. I’m sure you won’t blame me for having tunnel vision for the last few months. I never used to talk like this…lately it’s been feeling like the old me was a different person entirely, like a character I saw in a movie, or read about in a comic strip. It seems impossible that I’ve been in this state for less than two months.

Shit.

I didn’t prepare properly for this. I didn’t…realize how hard it was going to be, even just trying to think back to…the bombing.

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No. I want to do this now. But if we do this, I’m telling you the whole story. Even the stuff I know you don’t care about. Because I need to get this all out. I need to tell the story of how I got here…try to find the bridge that connects the version of me I barely remember to the person I am now. For me. I need to tell you about how I met [REDACTED]…and how I lost her.  

Wait, scratch that last part. …How he killed her.

And when I’m done, you’re going to tell me if he’s dead…or if I have to do it myself.