[Bertholdt Hoover sits with long legs bent at the knee against his chest. His arms are wrapped around them. He's not looking at Aubrey, but he is talking to her.]
I don't blame him for what he did. How could I?
I only got what was coming to me.
[Armin continues to cry beside them, curling up in a ball on the roof; but the sounds he's making become muffled, as if he were encased in glass. He doesn't respond at all to Bertholdt. He doesn't seem to be aware of his presence at all. If Aubrey interacts with him, he won't respond to that either.]
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It's horrifying, isn't it?
[Bertholdt Hoover sits with long legs bent at the knee against his chest. His arms are wrapped around them. He's not looking at Aubrey, but he is talking to her.]
I don't blame him for what he did. How could I?
I only got what was coming to me.
[Armin continues to cry beside them, curling up in a ball on the roof; but the sounds he's making become muffled, as if he were encased in glass. He doesn't respond at all to Bertholdt. He doesn't seem to be aware of his presence at all. If Aubrey interacts with him, he won't respond to that either.]