[ yeah, that's about the reaction he expected and he sighs, still staring at the needles working rather than raleigh, max, or anything else in the room. ]

I was part of a secret team. Black Ops. We were called the Cerberus Squad, taking out high level threats in the Middle East for the CIA. At least, that's what we were sold. [ and they were sold a bill of goods all right ] I tried to get out. But I guess they saw me as... a loose end.

[ he says it while closing a loop in the yarn, too. like he'd closed so many loose ends in his life, now taken on a disturbingly literal practice. and yet somehow, it's still comforting. ]

So they took 'em from me, Raleigh. My... my little girl, Lisa. Frank Jr. And my wife, Maria.

[ he swallows, shutting his eyes to keep the tears back ]

They didn't count on one thing, though. That I wouldn't stay down. [ frank's head snaps up suddenly, eyes clear and focused. he points to the side of his head as if he can feel the bullet still squirming around in there. ] I died for 60 seconds in the OR. [ and then he went back to his empty house and died all over again, before burning it and the remnants of everything he was to the ground. his lip twitches, almost a snarl as his eyes too flash dangerously. ]

So what I'm sayin' is yeah, I get not having anyone to relate.