#4 blame
Sydney runs after you, grabs your arm viciously. If I see him, I'm going to kill him. You pull your arm away and glare at her. She rants about how her friend, Will, was kidnapped by him. How her friend's life was now in his hands. She waits for you to say something. You don't.
**
The pictures are worn and turning yellow from years gone by. You're sitting in the middle of your bedroom. Pictures scattered around you, creating a perfect circle. You're the older one, yet he was always the taller one. Giving you bunny ears behind your head. Sticking out his tongue just before your father snapped the photo. There are few pictures of you and him together. In later pictures, you are alone.
Sydney and her father had extracted Will a few days ago. Given him a story to go on. Something about drugs. And you know that Will Tippin's life would forever be altered.
If I see him, I'm going to kill him.
You wonder if that is Sydney's voice you're recalling, or if that is your own speaking for the first time.