[Volk is looking across the room, not at Claire, his arms folded.]
I thought I could, but I can't. I even want to. It's practical. It'd make my life easier. If you find out, then you do. I can't stop you from finding out.
[He wishes he had kept his coat. The stumps of his fingernails dig into his arm until the knuckles go white.]
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[Volk is looking across the room, not at Claire, his arms folded.]
I thought I could, but I can't. I even want to. It's practical. It'd make my life easier. If you find out, then you do. I can't stop you from finding out.
[He wishes he had kept his coat. The stumps of his fingernails dig into his arm until the knuckles go white.]