"Things happened to me..." he went on, because he realized no, no that wasn't mostly it. "I don't know...I don't know how much God had to do with it, but...I saw things. Horrible things, and things that...that made me realize how fucking stupid I'd been. And a good man died because...because the asshole who let me at Napier wanted a favor. Only the favor turned out to be killing a really good guy. Someone...someone that had been good to me, when I didn't deserve it. I couldn't do it, but...Frank died anyway. And I got blamed. I...I was on death row. They were transferring me and...there was a bus crash."

He was just resting against Gabe now, his shaking tapering off the more he spoke.

"And that's when I started to see things. A nun...she told me I'd gone far too from the right path. She wasn't real, but... And this cop was after me and...it was her father that had died. And she blamed me. She...she saw me as a monster. I saw me as a monster. And she...she was trying to kill me. I couldn't...I couldn't hurt anybody else so I...I let her."

Another shudder, now, as he remembered Anne bearing down on him, screaming at him, gun raised...

"And then I woke up here. I...God wouldn't even let me rest."