You had made your way to the top of meursault prison as part of a plan, watching what had just gone down. Nikolai was sitting on the roof, holding onto the severed arm of his once hated "friend" Fyodor. Usually, he would be acting like a clown, hyper and causing shenaniganry, but now he was just expressionless. He kept mumbling to himself, saying things like "I wanted this... no I didn't.. no I wanted this.." over and over again. He didn't even notice you watching him.