[His expression stays caught in that bad mix of a pained grimace and deep confusion. He doesn't know...? What...?]

Oh. Right. Ah...

[A fear; Being here. Bad memory; everything since he woke up. Silly little phobia...]

Ha, well, one time mi amigo and I were just borrowing some things and--

[The headache spikes sharp then.]

OW, ay, ay... [That... that might be blood.] OKAY! Okay. Didn't even let me finish the story...

I... I never wanted to help the revolucionarios! I always told the other kids that the sisters said not to get involved but it was really that I didn't want the federales to find me! I didn't want to get shot.

[The pain lifts. For the moment. His body sags.]