Your head feels like it's splitting in two.

You can't even give him a proper response. You take a step back, nearly stumbling over the dead body at your feet and going backwards off the roof. All those flashbacks, all those times where you'd nearly attacked someone because you'd been lost in your own head (well, Reiner wouldn't have exactly been a loss) were because of this fucker right here. Kenny Ackerman. How the fuck do you even know what his name is? Where did that come from?

"Fuck you," you settle on, raising a hand to your temple to force your migraine to subside.

He laughs. "A woman of few words. I can work with that."

They're not going to kill you- they would've already. They want something from you. What could they possibly want you for...

Willem. Dad.