"Well," Kanuna tugged at his beanie, his hands donned with fingerless knitted gloves that he'd traded for with a sketch of an elderly woman on a bus. She'd made them herself. "You remember when the animals were showing up slaughtered and they got people out to find out what was killing them?"
He paused only briefly for Sam to answer or nod that he remembered. Of course he remembered. "That was me. I— I slaughtered the animals and I—" Kanuna lost his nerve for a moment and shook his head. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I'm so so sorry."