I don't know. I lose it a little, thinking about them. They didn't do anything, but sometimes I hate them for breathing. I hear their voices and I want to hear them screaming.
[It's irrational. It doesn't make sense, but Alma can't help the way he feels. He can't help the fact that his heart races and his hands sweat at the thought.]
Sometimes I think it would be better if I could forget they all existed.