"Fuck, you don't know that. I don't fucking know that," he says, voice a little shaky, maybe a little higher pitched than usual. But the gun does go down even further, resting on the floor next to him.

She knows him. Somehow that's right, even if it makes no sense. He's never seen her before in his life. (But he can't remember his own fucking name, so what does that say about his memory right now?)

"I don't know how I know you." They fucking did something to him. On that table. The weird metal arm, the problems with his memory, the smell of death following him even out of the creepy-as-shit lab. What did they do to him?