Rudolf's eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock. "Shot," he repeated, his voice flat. He clenched his hands into fists as he tried to keep hold on his emotions. He felt a pain in his chest and shut his eyes, shaking his head as he felt his throat constrict as well. "My father's doing?" he managed to ask. He couldn't look up, not just yet. His friend had seen him at his best and at his absolute worst, but Rudolf still felt a need to try to appear strong in front of the man.
He took several deep breaths, then looked up at the other man again, concern still showing on his face. "Zeps? Stefan? Jura?" he asked, not sure he wanted to know, but compelled to ask anyway.