[ Cullen nods. Starts to count back. How many, exactly? ]
You remember none of it yourself?
[ He barely makes it a question. This is hardly news, so what doubt is there, really? --The truth is none. No doubt. Only a sinking feeling in his stomach that vainly wishes she'll prove his assumptions wrong.
no subject
You remember none of it yourself?
[ He barely makes it a question. This is hardly news, so what doubt is there, really? --The truth is none. No doubt. Only a sinking feeling in his stomach that vainly wishes she'll prove his assumptions wrong.
(She won't. He doesn't wait for her answer.) ]
Who filled you in?