The spitted-on killer stood up. Without his arms. It was awkward to not push himself up with his arms. But he might be able to get rid of this weird suit.
"Uh, th-thanks, Audrey."
That was a scary experience.
He inhaled the air of the tower deeply. He had no idea how to process the information of the experience that had happened to him some moments ago. He calmed down. He scaredly looked at Audrey and also went down the stairs. He was free.
He needed to go down, to his freedom. Slowly, to not fall down the stairs. Heights were scary. He should stay low.
Audrey. Audrey could. He did not know what Audrey would do with him. Free him of his suit, perhaps. But no, he needed no one to free him from this suit. He was a grown-up man. He was no baby, he could open it himself. Audrey could not help him. He has to help himself. He's the one responsible for not getting killed by other people.
Audrey probably would want to talk with him.
Alessio did not want to talk with anyone. He just wants to rest, to recover himself and calm himself down. No talking.
Al talked too much today.
((Alessio Rigano continued in Blurry Eyes