I.. I really... *What is he... even saying, now? There really are no words to excuse his actions, no words to explain the monster that he is--always has been, really--and he... it was time, wasn't it? Far... far past it.
Footsteps? Ikenna gives a slow blink, willing his bruised and bloody frame to turn. What did it matter, really? He... he...
... Perhaps those hits to his head were causing him to hallucinate now. Surely that must be it.* ... Nia...?