[ There's enough sound from the sound of Gogol's feet against the floor that his presence isn't nearly as startling as it could be. He almost feels sick having witnessed that, and why it takes a second or two to actually respond back to that question. ]
I... N-No. That wasn't my memory... it was like it was me... but it wasn't.
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I... N-No. That wasn't my memory... it was like it was me... but it wasn't.
[ He wasn't a killer, after all. ]