[Blake rubs his head. What the hell do you say to that? Usually when he's talking to somebody traumatized, he's there to get a statement. It's just part of the job.
It's not anybody he knows.]
I can't make you tell me what happened. And you know what? It doesn't matter.
[His voice firms up and his eyes focus on the devastated kid. The rage toward whoever did this to him burns fresh, and clears Blake's head like breathing a whiff of ammonia.]
You're out of there and you're not dead. You hear me?
no subject
[Blake rubs his head. What the hell do you say to that? Usually when he's talking to somebody traumatized, he's there to get a statement. It's just part of the job.
It's not anybody he knows.]
I can't make you tell me what happened. And you know what? It doesn't matter.
[His voice firms up and his eyes focus on the devastated kid. The rage toward whoever did this to him burns fresh, and clears Blake's head like breathing a whiff of ammonia.]
You're out of there and you're not dead. You hear me?