David frowns. There's a logical thread there to pick at, to pull on, but it occurs to him that logic doesn't mean much if someone doesn't believe in it.

"Caleb was there because I killed him," he says, and it's hard to get the words out, hard less because of conditioning than the fact that they're true. He doesn't give context, can't, but there it is. "Could go back and forth all day about which of us has done worse by people. I'm not talking about winning awards or..."

There's a twinge of frustration, but not at Hanna. It's at how stupid he himself is, how hard it is to put things into words.

"Do you ask people to help you, with this stuff? Share the planning or the execution? Or do you just... try to solo the whole thing?"