[The ironic specificity of that phrasing--tear them to pieces-that's not lost on Mitchell, and his mouth tightens a little. A train car, smeared with the blood of twenty people. Torn to pieces.]
I don't know.
[Clipped, short. He's done talking about this. Inflict it back on him, maybe that's the answer. Take him to the train car and show him what he's done, and force him to admit it, and then send him back. Give him a destiny he can't avoid.]
[voice]
I don't know.
[Clipped, short. He's done talking about this. Inflict it back on him, maybe that's the answer. Take him to the train car and show him what he's done, and force him to admit it, and then send him back. Give him a destiny he can't avoid.]