Derek looked at John, but he was so young, and this was wrong. it wasn't this John, it couldn't be. It wasn't making any sense. "You're young," he whispered. What the hell was going on?
"This is wrong. I was... I was in that room with Cameron. She was torturing me, and the music, the bitch always had the same music playing over and over and over..." For a moment, he was back there, and he blinked again, trying to look at John. "Why would you do it? Why would you fix her after what she did? I couldn't let her do it again. She was playing, and I found her, and... you need to stop her. You can't fix her again, John. I can't do this again. Please... she killed everyone... please."