He looked at the picture, then stood up, pushing hard away from the table. He started pacing immediately, shaking his head. "I buried him. I ki... He was dead. I saw it with my own eyes. This is all just some fucking head game and..." His rant ran out of steam, even if the pacing didn't for another few moments.

When he stopped the nervous crossing of the room, he was near the corner. There wasn't a bit of thought in his moving into it and leaning into the dark, just shaking his head.