Still curled up, he leans closer on instinct, needing the solid contact of something other than the nearest wall or the back of the tub, this time.

"Hosea...Hosea eight-seven. 'For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.' S'what we...s'what we used to...when was was Regulators, s'what we would say when we was talkin' about takin' care of things. Anyone who dared t'cross us was gonna git it...after John got killed we...we realized we couldn't get out of the whirlwind cause we was in it too."

He coughs, hard, mouth feeling dry and his throat feeling like he's swallowed a few of those glass shards from the broken mirror.

"Kate knew that we...she told Ben t'tell me that verse, said I would understand what it meant. I know what it means, but she..."

He shakes his head.

"...you can't get out. Once you're in...once you..."