[How long were you out?] I’m.. not sure.. a minute? Maybe two? I get disorientated, you know that.. and it hurts.. god, it always hurts. It’s like I’m not in myself when it happens, like I’m outside, watching myself through glass. […] You know what happened, James. […] I don’t like talking about it, I don’t want to talk about it. Please James, don’t make me talk about it. […] I killed them, James. I killed all three of them..

Lazarus #1
↪ Written by Greg Rucka
↪ Art by Michael Lark