Why would anyone want to celebrate him? Christ. He just killed nine people. He's not a person. (He's not.)

"No candles and singing," B says, having gotten that much out of Rogers in the midst of his freak-out. "But if you wanna. Explore somewhere, or something. Not gonna say no." Maybe it will be a distraction. He'll take a distracton.

He pauses. "Maybe somewhere not hard to get to." He's still healing.