No. [He eyes him, suddenly all suspicion and confusion.] Was it the boy? The little boy? We all remember that one... yes.

He died.

[There's a shrug, as if he'd just said the sun came up this morning. A simple, bland statement of a terrible fact.]

[And that, of course, was where everything went wrong.]

Why.

Why is this -- [A frustrated, animal growl. His fingers clench, clawing at armor in an attempt to ground things, or wake up from whatever this has become.] Why! What's happened.

Not different, no. Not different at all! Just wrong!