"But I need to know more." Have another groan, Wizard. Garrot's hands move to pull his hair back and out of his face, whether it was there or not.

"If he found Eleven on the third day, right after he probably met the Protector, how did he survive to the twelfth day when he tries to kill anyone who questions him?" A short little sigh. "Did he spare Eleven? How many monsters did he, or any of them kill that year?"

Another groan, and he buries his head into his knees again, as if doing so could knock him out and he'd wake up when it's all over.