I squeeze Aleksei's hand, breathing in. "There's no point. He's dead. No breathing. No heart beat. Poor guy choked on his own blood," I say, my voice cold and calculating, as I look up and blink. I inhale again. "forget. Why. I could've saved him damn it. If I had gone with you him, I could've saved him," I say, my voice remaining cold and mechanical. I punch the wall, bruising my knuckles. "Damn it."