He watched the cut slowly form, slow and deliberate and made to make you feel the parting of skin. He could feel one on the back of his own hand, holding back his wince as he reached up and brushed his thumb across Frank’s cheek to catch the drop of red.

“How about I go first?” He asked, since it seemed pretty obvious Frank didn’t want to talk about it, but Kirk had the sense that might be one of their only ways out of here. Ablution of ones sins or some other bullshit.

He looked to his list and sighed. “I guess my big one is murder,” he said quite simply. “I guess in the technical sense you can’t argue. But the devil is in the details, which surprises me that he’s really so broad.”