For better orientation and understanding, I'm posting the last paragraph from chapter 4 together with the knew stuff. Between this paragraph and the following chapter there would be the flashback of chapter 5. Sorry, this is all a bit cumbersome, I know, but by chopping this story up into chapters, I feel this is the best way to go.
From ch.4: Face snorted with contempt. "You know nothing, Murdock." He stepped close enough to be able to see up into Murdock's face and bore his eyes into Murdock's: They were black in the scarce light of the stars, big and gentle. He intended to snort again, but out came a sigh. He turned to walk away from Murdock. Murdock knew nothing.
(flashback)
Murdock followed Face with his eyes as he walked away from him, the light was a little better outside, but still just enough to see shapes. He considered the situation, wondered how much Face was able to bear at the moment. It wouldn't help any if he pushed him too hard. "I may not know everything, Face. I don't need to either," he said, catching up with him. He hesitated for another second. "That bony, blood-covered body I see when I close my eyes, is enough for me."
Face pressed his hands against his ears.
"Listen to me, Face!"
"Shut up," Face demanded, his hands still at his ears.
"Face..."
"You could have done nothing, Murdock, hear me? Nothing!" Face swirled around and glared at Murdock. Funnily enough, that glare was clearly visible, even in this darkness.
"I wanted to break out and get help," Murdock confessed quietly. "Hannibal and BA were against it. They said all of us or none of us." The revelation elicited now reaction from Face, so maybe he already knew that bit.
"Murdock," Face said, suddenly gentle again, which confused Murdock only more. "How long would it have taken you to get help? – Assuming you'd made it."
Murdock didn't answer. He knew the point Face was going to make, and nothing he could say now would help his position.
And true enough, Face continued: "I'll tell you. Way too long."
"But not five months," Murdock insisted.
Face only made a disdainful gesture. "Five days, five weeks, five months. It's all the same when you lose time itself. Could've been five years to me. Every now and then they..." He swallowed the rest. "You've got other things to worry about than time when..." Again, he did not finish.
Murdock felt the weight of the withheld words pressing down on him. "But..."
"No really", Face interrupted. "You wouldn't have spared me much of anything. And I couldn't bear the thought of you having died for me. In vain."
Murdock wanted to argue. Who, for instance, said that it would have been in vain, but his throat was constricted so tight, no word could pass.
"Now, give it a rest, okay? What happened, happened." Face did not wait for an answer. He turned and once again walked away.
And once again, Murdock followed him with his eyes, but only his eyes, this time. That man was entirely too good at making excuses and finding loopholes. It was not going to be easy, cracking him open so he could heal.
TBC