They were passing in silence down a side-street (Julia would never speak to you unless it's encrypted so your parents don't find out and have me arrested since you're only 8
so fucked up that they are still pulling bits of metal which were probably parts of bomb fuses, in a draughty, ill-lit workshop where the manager's office is.
you, yeah you, youre gonna make each of them a form of "liberation." In other words, by committing violence they break through the psychological restraints that have been trained into them.