I don't know her nearly well enough to approach her asking her to explain the psychology of a dream in which I killed her, and that is not how I plan to change that.

[He sounds tired again.] ...thank you, for talking to me. I'm... I woke mom up, but I told her to go back to bed. I feel like a child, being so rattled, but... My arm hurts, from the recoil of the Nambu. [He goes quiet again. Why does he know the name of the gun he used? And...] ...Nambu? Those ceased production in the 90s, only the police use them now. Why did I...?