[No one can; but he doesn't want to be the one to confirm it for you. You never stop turning at shadows, hair at the back of your neck prickling because someone had gotten too close. Close to seeing you, close to the wound.

This is about as honest as he's been, too.]

Sounded like you were close, yeah. I think you kinda implied it...you weren't exactly happy about your need for it but you made it seem like you had no choice. Hell of a choice.

[speaking of hellish choices]

Someone was missing. I don't usually take those cases, either.