Neal takes a deep breath and follows, trying to reconcile with himself that he's willingly going to the place he was killed with the person who did it. The man who was as close as family during a breach, the man whose childhood is such a particular shade of familiar.
As they walked Collins filled the silence. He waved at an object or indicated an aisle and spoke about it. It was all idle chatter until there was a pause as they came to a suffocating tunnel. Then he spoke again, a meaning to the conversation now.
"You want something from me, don't you? Of course you do. You would like something I took returned ta you."
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It's weird.
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"You want something from me, don't you? Of course you do. You would like something I took returned ta you."