[It had just slipped out, really-- he had forgotten that Franz wouldn't know, that he'd have to explain. He's so used to Franz just automatically knowing everything.]

No. No, he... [Albert draws a breath, steeling himself. He hasn't spoken of this to anyone, since he arrived here. He doesn't even want to think about it, most days. If it were anyone else, he'd shrug them off somehow. But it's Franz. If he can't tell Franz, then what was the point of having a best friend?]

... He committed suicide, in the end. ... I guess-- maybe, he couldn't come to terms with the reality of the things he'd done. ... Ugh, I don't really want to talk about it, sorry. I didn't even mean to bring it up.