[What mood. The horror of the situation he's in right now? Waylon can keep up that mood easily.
No one survived.
The words seem to echo in his head, the rest of what Eddie says dulling into nothing as Waylon feels nausea wash over him. Nausea and grief, thoughts of his sons burning to death... Lisa... it's a lie, it has to be. They're not- it's... god.]
No—
[It's a broken sound more than a word, breathing picking up into sharp little gasps as Waylon starts to weep. Fingers curl into fists as he'll struggle a bit in his bindings and even as Eddie terrifies him his face still turns towards him for some kind of comfort in the moment. He's not sure why.]
They can't be... please...
[It's a lie, please tell him it's a lie please say sike.]
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No one survived.
The words seem to echo in his head, the rest of what Eddie says dulling into nothing as Waylon feels nausea wash over him. Nausea and grief, thoughts of his sons burning to death... Lisa... it's a lie, it has to be. They're not- it's... god.]
No—
[It's a broken sound more than a word, breathing picking up into sharp little gasps as Waylon starts to weep. Fingers curl into fists as he'll struggle a bit in his bindings and even as Eddie terrifies him his face still turns towards him for some kind of comfort in the moment. He's not sure why.]
They can't be... please...
[It's a lie, please tell him it's a lie
please say sike.]