Act 5-C: The Violet Hour
Chris K, Samindi
"That's..." The man looks down at Chris K's bandages, then back up at his face. "That's...bullshit, I said. You want me to believe he came all this way, fought through all the shit in the world, just to shoot her? His own daughter? Why the fuck would he do that?"
The man is clearly frazzled. When he speaks next, it's not clear whether he's trying to convince her interrogators or himself. "Look, I saw what happened to her," he says, gesturing to Samindi. "I saw what you were doing, with my own eyes!"
"What were we doing to her?" Rose asks. Her voice is weak and quiet, barely above a whisper. "We don't even know her."
The man looks confused by Rose's question and stared at her, puzzled, before turning back to Chris K. "Why're you even asking, huh? Whatever you got planned for me, and there ain't a damn thing I can say to change it. We all know it."