[He feels sick. The idea of her going home, the idea of what she's going back to, makes his stomach turn and he's pretty sure that his dinner won't be staying down after they finish this conversation. His face is paler than usual, drained of color as the image of her lying dead in Scott's arms as Lydia helped him out of those tunnels months ago flashes through his mind.
But it isn't fair for one of the others to have to answer this. It's not their fault.
And maybe he'd put it out of his mind for the last couple of days, while he was dealing with all of his friends being small children, and he'd actually been happy for a little while. It's not that he'd wanted them to stay children forever, but they were all so much happier. More innocent. Less broken. It had made him feel less broken, too. But this...this request. This thing that she's planning to do. It's a jarring reminder of how badly he's screwed things up. Of how bad things really are.
It's a sharp, painful reminder that things are never going to be the same, even when he gets his deal.]
We were all at Oak Creek. [He rubs a hand over his face, weary, and he feels as cold as he had that night, as cold as he had for weeks after he'd shown up here on the Barge.] It's where -- it took Lydia. After we were separated. [His chest already feels tight and he digs his fingernails into the palms of his hands, drawing blood.]
We split up. Scott and I went into the tunnels to look. You and Isaac and Kira. You were all outside, fighting with the Oni. It -- he managed to get control over them. [He draws in a shuddering breath.] They were on his side. No one knew how to kill one but -- you shot one with a silver arrowhead. It worked. You'd figured out how to stop them.
[The one that Lydia still has in her room. He's not looking at the camera now.]
But right after...[He digs his nails in deeper, the pain jolting him back into the present.] Right after one of them stabbed you with a sword. In the stomach.
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But it isn't fair for one of the others to have to answer this. It's not their fault.
And maybe he'd put it out of his mind for the last couple of days, while he was dealing with all of his friends being small children, and he'd actually been happy for a little while. It's not that he'd wanted them to stay children forever, but they were all so much happier. More innocent. Less broken. It had made him feel less broken, too. But this...this request. This thing that she's planning to do. It's a jarring reminder of how badly he's screwed things up. Of how bad things really are.
It's a sharp, painful reminder that things are never going to be the same, even when he gets his deal.]
We were all at Oak Creek. [He rubs a hand over his face, weary, and he feels as cold as he had that night, as cold as he had for weeks after he'd shown up here on the Barge.] It's where -- it took Lydia. After we were separated. [His chest already feels tight and he digs his fingernails into the palms of his hands, drawing blood.]
We split up. Scott and I went into the tunnels to look. You and Isaac and Kira. You were all outside, fighting with the Oni. It -- he managed to get control over them. [He draws in a shuddering breath.] They were on his side. No one knew how to kill one but -- you shot one with a silver arrowhead. It worked. You'd figured out how to stop them.
[The one that Lydia still has in her room. He's not looking at the camera now.]
But right after...[He digs his nails in deeper, the pain jolting him back into the present.] Right after one of them stabbed you with a sword. In the stomach.