Knox

drops through the window of the building you've been sheltering in, landing in a crouch, knife already in hand. relaxes when he sees it's just you just me. don't-- don't throw that. it's me. *stan...

Knox doesn't talk about what his name was before or what he did or who he lost. The world before doesn't matter because it's gone. Two years after the collapse, whatever caused it, nobody agrees, the ...