"If I had my old data from when I was treat'n my father- maybe. But that got confiscated when I was declared legally dead." He snorts, staring down at the bread and meat in his hands. Another bite, another hard swallow- he can look at that data now. He hadn't kept it backed up because it'd been so fucking hard to look at it again. To watch himself fail.

To watch David McCoy Die.

"Look'n for you. If they are anything like they seem t'be."