[Direction. Something to do. She snaps to--not attention, because she isn't a soldier and she never has been, but to alertness, yes, a sudden jolt better than caffeine. He needs information. She has information.]

I was in the house. ['The house,' not 'your house'. Their house.] I killed Alana, like you told me to. [Her voice barely trembles.] I came to the kitchen, like you told me to. Will was there. He had--

[Here she hesitates, because how to say what he did? A bad thing. He did a bad thing. He hurt them all.]

He turned his back on you. He hurt. [You. Us.] And you were angry.

You cut my throat. [She will bleed out a hundred thousand times for him. But something nags at her. She doesn't want to be dead. She doesn't want--]

Should I go back further?