"I was deaf for most of it," he blurts. Yeah, sounds great, doesn't it? His grip tightens on his knitting needles, trying to focus on how Raleigh told him to do the stitch. Max is flopped over on the ground now, sick of their chatter. Frank really can't blame him any more than he did the people who were panicking. "Depends on whose life." It had always been a fact of his. This place is only a continuation of that fact.