[look he wouldn't yell, he'd just try to coax him back. But more importantly:]
God. [Uttered low, with a bitter apprehension. To do this Yves of all people is galling — the kid would trip over himself for the chance to lend a hand.] Were they able to snap you out of it? What did it make you do?
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God. [Uttered low, with a bitter apprehension. To do this Yves of all people is galling — the kid would trip over himself for the chance to lend a hand.] Were they able to snap you out of it? What did it make you do?
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well, ]
They shot me?
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...I suppose that's one way to shock the system. I thought you were already dead?
[He was picturing a ghost, should he imagine a zombie]