What do you want to know? Names? Dates? Locations? You want to know what food was on their breath? Their eyes – what color their eyes were? You want to know the last words they spoke? You want to know which ones deserved it. Or, better yet, the ones that didn’t? Do you want to know which ones begged? Do you know why I remember these things? ‘Cause I can’t forget. So there’s nothing you can do, no punishment you can hand out that’s worse than what I live with every day. So, to answer your question, no. No, I haven’t counted. I don’t need to.