"And you said I couldn't know for sure that you'd actually do it," Nacho counters. Something fierce, something a little mean lights up inside of him.

It makes him hate himself, more than just slightly. It makes him feel a little sick.

He presses on ahead.

"So, start talking. Who are you, and why are you here?" Nacho says. "Nobody gets trapped in a situation like this without doing something." Nacho understands what it's like to be trapped, and he understands how people get here.