“…Sorry.”

EMPATHY - (Jean used to laugh at your jokes. He thought you were funny. There was a time where he used to hang onto every word that came out of your crooked mouth. He thought you were cool.)

ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (And *she* thought you were friends. Jean really talks like he’s going to see her again. He has to tell himself these things, even if he doesn’t believe it.)

Judit is a baffling piece of the puzzle that is Harry's former life. He doesn’t know where she fits exactly. She was just…new? Right? Somehow he held off saying shit in front of her. So she was there for what, two months maximum? He’s actually a little impressed with himself.

“I don’t know why she did. In the first place.”

ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (Her former partner was killed. It was a bad scene. You were there, afterwards.)

SUGGESTION - (Like a hero or a sturdy shoulder to cry on. Or a vulture, if you’re feeling unkind. Trauma? Survivors guilt? It’s a key that opens many doors. A multi purpose tool. Every officer in Revachol has lost at least one person in the field.)

[Like Kim.]

ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (Yes. Kim lost his Eyes.)

[Jean?]

ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (That one's you.)

[Have I lost anyone?]

ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (Probably.)

INLAND EMPIRE - (Yourself.)

[I did that on purpose.]

LOGIC - (…JM!)

Harry snaps his fingers and spins around, he’s remembered something- or cobbled something together. Maybe. He looks pleased with himself.

“Oh…was she with the hookah parlor idiot? Dead guy? I fucking hated him. Right?”