[Pyotr - finally content that either no big waves are likely to reach them or that death by drowning would be fine, actually - settles down to listen to Walter's story. At first, he listens with immense self-satisfaction, though making sure to continue nodding along with wide, sympathetic eyes. It's still difficult to keep the smirk off his face, especially as Malcolm Bright is nowhere in sight, possibly even dead or dying somewhere in the wreckage!]
Oh, I don't care about that now, [he says oh so magnanimously, with a warm smile]. I only hope that it's not too late now that you've finally come to your senses. That your little murder epiphany hasn't cost us...
Well, never mind. As I said, I don't wish to speak of it. I'm willing to forgive you everything, on a personal level, as a friend, that is—provided... provided that you haven't cost us, if you know what I mean.
[As Walter glances away to space out, Pyotr lets his smile turn dark, though when Walter refocuses, he quickly replaces it with the same gentle 'concern' as before. It morphs into genuine alarm at the new revelation.]
What warden!? [With growing horror:] Are you telling me John Doe was inside your head?
[Walter, he could strangle you!]
I'm sorry. [He softens his expression again, obviously deliberately changing back into character.] I'm sorry. It will be all right. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. They can't break up our friendship. [And slipping darker, again:] They wouldn't dare. Aside from your recent 'outburst,' it's the one piece of evidence that you're making any progress at all. What type of warden would Malcolm Bright be if he refused to let me see you? I'll hide you away, if I have to. I'll find a way. You don't think I will? We started everything together, you and I, and we'll finish it...!
We can... do something. Something about the jobs, maybe? [Since Walter doesn't think escape is possible, and thus can't even be trusted with the details of Erskine's plan.] You can pretend to be the radical one, now that you've 'snapped', and I'll pretend to be a moderating influence.
The important thing is not to be afraid... You mustn't be afraid. As long as we're together, we can endure the tortures and keep going...!
And I'll stand with you against John Doe... I never liked him anyway. I know everyone loves him, the same way they do Trevor, but from now on, I hate him...!
[ESPECIALLY IF HE FOUND OUT ABOUT THE SECRET GROUP! Pyotr is still somewhat panicking about that possibility, despite being under the influence of sedative 'godsblood'.]
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Oh, I don't care about that now, [he says oh so magnanimously, with a warm smile]. I only hope that it's not too late now that you've finally come to your senses. That your little murder epiphany hasn't cost us...
Well, never mind. As I said, I don't wish to speak of it. I'm willing to forgive you everything, on a personal level, as a friend, that is—provided... provided that you haven't cost us, if you know what I mean.
[As Walter glances away to space out, Pyotr lets his smile turn dark, though when Walter refocuses, he quickly replaces it with the same gentle 'concern' as before. It morphs into genuine alarm at the new revelation.]
What warden!? [With growing horror:] Are you telling me John Doe was inside your head?
[Walter, he could strangle you!]
I'm sorry. [He softens his expression again, obviously deliberately changing back into character.] I'm sorry. It will be all right. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. They can't break up our friendship. [And slipping darker, again:] They wouldn't dare. Aside from your recent 'outburst,' it's the one piece of evidence that you're making any progress at all. What type of warden would Malcolm Bright be if he refused to let me see you? I'll hide you away, if I have to. I'll find a way. You don't think I will? We started everything together, you and I, and we'll finish it...!
We can... do something. Something about the jobs, maybe? [Since Walter doesn't think escape is possible, and thus can't even be trusted with the details of Erskine's plan.] You can pretend to be the radical one, now that you've 'snapped', and I'll pretend to be a moderating influence.
The important thing is not to be afraid... You mustn't be afraid. As long as we're together, we can endure the tortures and keep going...!
And I'll stand with you against John Doe... I never liked him anyway. I know everyone loves him, the same way they do Trevor, but from now on, I hate him...!
[ESPECIALLY IF HE FOUND OUT ABOUT THE SECRET GROUP! Pyotr is still somewhat panicking about that possibility, despite being under the influence of sedative 'godsblood'.]