"I told you about my wife," he says, quietly, and it's been so long since he wore his wedding ring, which dosn't mean that he can't remember what it felt like to have one. "My ex-wife, Haley. We met when I was seventeen, and she...was murdered right before I got here."

He looks down for a moment, but then his eyes return to her face because he will not be that man. He won't be the one who can't make eye contact when he says this.

"Her killer was the same man who gave me these scars. A man named George Foyet. The Boston Reaper."