Hanna frowns, patting his pocket where his marker had been and leans over to grab a sheet of paper from the chair next to his bed working as a side table, "okay. Apologize, acknowledge I fucked up, and that it was an accident that's outcome was not anything I expected." He paused, staring at it. "What format should I do this? Like it's going to be obvious I died, pretty sure. I look and sound like garbage."