"I was captured, Mitchell. I was captured, alive, and I was kept alive long after they finished interrogation." He leveled a look, the intensity of it a bulldozer between them. "What do you think happened?"

The tension surged. His fists clenched at his side, a motion mirroring Mitchell and the gun. The look that shot from Eddie's eyes could only be described as smoldering -- perhaps even hateful. Something that shot out and consumed him.

He swallowed, and closed his eyes. His lips moved soundlessly, to himself, all to himself. Until:

"What do you think happened."