[Micah sighs, giving a light shake of his head. Back to business.]

Not a whole lot. Just the two memories, I think. The first one was when I was a kid, heading out on my own. [He purses his lips, gaze going distant with remembering.] Seems like the other guy did the same thing. I didn't think too much of it at the time - stress, I thought, or I would've, if I'd had my head on straight. [He shrugs.] The other one was a few months ago. I was on a job, and I got a memory of this guy setting off a detonator and blowing himself up. [Micah turns his head so the left side of his face is more prominent toward the camera.] Woke up in the hospital with a nice patch of burns and a stack of paperwork to fill out.