[His eyes narrow slightly, and his lips press together tightly. The guilt twists in his gut like it does every time he sees this face - the bodies of the people he'd lost to Johan, even those he hardly knew, flashing in front of his face, bloody and broken on the ground. He has to bring his gaze back to the camera because he imagines he can see them out of the corners of his eyes.
no subject
His breath is coming rough, suddenly.]
The last thing I remember...
[He lifts a hand and rubs it over his face.]