[While all of this is happening, Egon just sort of starts sliding down in his seat ever so slowly, still refusing to meet either of their eyes. The only thing he can think of right now is how glad he is that he decided against allowing Kölliker out of her containment unit for this particular date.
After a brief pause, he finally manages to mutter out a single sentence that is barely audible--]
no subject
After a brief pause, he finally manages to mutter out a single sentence that is barely audible--]
He-- [He clears his throat.] He was, yes.
[Please let him die]