"You know, I defended you?"
"From what?"
"Death."
"No, I don’t remember that."
Silence.
"Karol, I’ve been hearing some rumors."
"Yeah?"
"What happened with all those kids you betrayed? Why didn't you defend them?"
More silence, this time uncomfortable.
"Misappropriation is the finest form of flattery, Terry."
Terry breaks even more silence.
"My throat hurts."
Karol turns red.
"I gotta go."