[Walter nearly drops his coffee when the memory hits him. It’s not as immediately visceral as last time, but it still sends a chill through his body as he checks his hand. Oh, there was the remnants of a scar the whole time, wasn’t there?
”You killed him.” “No, no, no! I was trying to save him!”
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”You killed him.”
“No, no, no! I was trying to save him!”
…it’s even worse than he thought.]