Fucking Petrellis. Fucking Peter. They should have killed him when they had the chance. Luke grit his teeth and stepped out from under the spray. He was going to leave footprint shaped puddles for a long while but he didn't complain. Discomfort was never one of his concerns. "Yeah. It was one of the Petrellis. The little one. Probably shouldn't have brought him to see Suresh." It's not like confessing did anything to anyone.

Luke even looked just a little proud of himself when he mentioned that name. Killing the doctor had been so good--

"I just don't get you. You can have anything. Did you stop having fun with it? Was it Suresh's kid? Fuck. That's it isn't it? And he's doing it again-- God damn it. Listen. Great talk. I gotta run."