...I'm not a remaining. I don't have siblings, Alma isn't my twin, and the dressing room doesn't let people stay dead.
[He looks at Neah sharply, finally putting two and two together. And he takes off his bandage, revealing a black, blue, and indigo bruise-- as though he'd just been strangled, and had never healed.]
...I get it. You're the one who tried to save those kids.