“But I don’t understand.” The Chaplain is standing now. He’s been pacing for half an hour, listening. “I don’t understand. You aren’t here because of that. I didn’t even know about that. It’s not in your file. That, the bank, has nothing to do with what they found in the storage unit, the murders –”
“You need to listen, man,” the Prisoner says. “Stop talking and listen. Stop trying to figure everything out the way you want it to be figured out.”
“But you almost killed your father and you killed a bank manager and a bank teller. You were there when a convenience store clerk was shot –”
“I didn’t kill them. I mean that I didn’t intend to kill them. It was their fault. Seriously, man, shut up.” The Prisoner stands up quickly, really close to the Chaplain, stops the Chaplain’s pacing with h
