... Albert. The first thing he did when he was put into our room was run over to me. I was propped against the wall, half-dead, arm tied to cut the bloodflow. He pulled out bandages, demanded to know what happened, cried when he'd heard it was his team in an ambush.
He kept rebuking himself, saying he should have been paying attention. Wouldn't even listen to me when I said it was the game at fault--slightly rude, that.
Then he took out his knife, put it in my hand, told me he was Hydra's heart. If I didn't take his heart, then the person we'd killed the first day would have been killed in vain. My teammates' hands were sullied in vain. He told me one of the quicker ways to kill him when he gave me that knife.