[ He doesn't have a chance to clarify his thoughts on the matter or respond to Nathaniel's question as an echo of his own is triggered.
And... he doesn't take it as well as Nathaniel did. Not even close. The teacup in his hands shakes before he loses his grip on it completely. ]
It's -- I'm -- being possessed. By the dead.
[ It's a logical conclusion to draw after all this time, really, but he's avoiding really thinking about it and it still feels like a massive punch to the gut. As soon as Walter feels his eyes tearing up he rubs at them with his sleeve and looks down, concentrating on the mess he's made. He really needs a distraction. ANY distraction. ]
no subject
[ He doesn't have a chance to clarify his thoughts on the matter or respond to Nathaniel's question as an echo of his own is triggered.
And... he doesn't take it as well as Nathaniel did. Not even close. The teacup in his hands shakes before he loses his grip on it completely. ]
It's -- I'm -- being possessed. By the dead.
[ It's a logical conclusion to draw after all this time, really, but he's avoiding really thinking about it and it still feels like a massive punch to the gut. As soon as Walter feels his eyes tearing up he rubs at them with his sleeve and looks down, concentrating on the mess he's made. He really needs a distraction. ANY distraction. ]
S-sorry, I can clean this up, s... sorry...