Practically? Nothing, unless the testifying becomes an option again for me anytime soon, which doesn't seem likely for a whole host of reasons.

[ Another spin of the knife, twirling it over the backs of his fingers. A breath. ]

But if no one remembers, then there's nothing left. Nothing of his suffering, or of anyone else from the project, except for some footnote in a history so classified no one would ever even know to look for it. They all deserve better than that.