There's one he wants to ask, but he doesn't know if he could ever bear the look on Mulcahy's face if he did. Is it true? Did you kill someone?
Radar thinks of the red patches on 4077's hands while they were lost in that awful maze; how he hardly even noticed them by the end. The past became so small in the immediacy of present danger. And he knows, he knows, he hears all the time how the soldiers think when they're recovering in post-op, what they cry out when there's barely anybody around to hear but him on his cot outside Colonel Potter's office. Some days, the inside of Father Mulcahy's head sounds like that too.
So instead, almost as reflexive as Mulcahy's apology, he says, perhaps as timid and uncertain as he's ever said it:
no subject
Radar thinks of the red patches on 4077's hands while they were lost in that awful maze; how he hardly even noticed them by the end. The past became so small in the immediacy of present danger. And he knows, he knows, he hears all the time how the soldiers think when they're recovering in post-op, what they cry out when there's barely anybody around to hear but him on his cot outside Colonel Potter's office. Some days, the inside of Father Mulcahy's head sounds like that too.
So instead, almost as reflexive as Mulcahy's apology, he says, perhaps as timid and uncertain as he's ever said it:
"Is there anything I can do?"
Because he's got a feeling the answer is no.