“You know something funny? Soon as I readied the knife, all of those black-suited men calmly departed into the shadows. Like they planned all this out, and were waiting to see if I took the expected course of action. So here I am, three days later, knife still in hand, unsure of whether or not I saved or damned myself.”
Here’s a question: how long did the Security Officer–Vincent, in this case–hang onto that knife?