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[forensicks]

[Walter has recorded a video message from the point of view of someone who has just come through the door into his cabin and sees Walter at his desk in the chair turned around to face the viewer. He gives a little salute-wave.]

Didn't get me. But nice try.

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[forensicks]

"That's screwy," Walter says. He thinks a bit longer about whether there's practical information to be gleaned from questioning the details of the incident and then realizes there isn't, resting his elbow on his knee in exhaustion.

"All the wardens—" and he supposes this includes Trevor, even just from their own interaction, and it certainly includes Misty, "tried to act like they knew exactly what was going on. Which makes sense given how nearly identical it was to the nightmare flood, but I guess that means it really is just... a thing. Monsters all over the place. Yippee..."

To say nothing of the inmates and wardens themselves, no matter how prejudiced it is to think of them that way...

[mukha]

"Now, now. Labels are very hurtful! We must be very careful with how we use language and watch every single word we say! We wouldn't want to offend anyone on this glorious vision of an enlightened prison."

Or else you'll get some boot-licking bastard knocking at your door. He also sits in one of the pews, though several rows back and away from Walter, looking down to hide a facial expression that doesn't match the jocular tone at all.

[forensicks]

"Do you think we're the weird ones? Do you think the alternate beings are lurking in the shadows and we just don't know it?"

Walter does wonder this, though he also knows it's hollow discourse. He hasn't had to do this in a long time, push away someone's better nature slowly over the course of months... He's given himself time. Maybe he shouldn't. Ever since he actually met Misty, everything has been so complicated.

[mukha]

It's a variation on Pyotr's paranoid suspicion that everyone here might be a demon in disguise: the kind of thoughts that he knows ought to be ignored.

"Don't think too much about any of it," he says flippantly, but not very convincingly. He's the one who needlessly brought up the Trevor-vampire, after all.

"Wearing yourself out by hitting your head against the wall trying to make sense of the nonsense that happens here is probably just one of the ways they get you."

There's a small smile in his voice at least, despite the lingering unease.

[forensicks]

"Yeah, I gotta make sure I'm not doing that," Walter says with a small smile, the tap-tap on his metallicized skull a reminder that death could come for them at any moment.

Neither of them are that strong. Even with a weapon and the other lacking one, there are fights they can't win. Vampire versus gun, S.M.H. That's what Walter had concluded while the fog was still there, that Allan seemed unworthy of trust but contrite enough that provocation was a very big risk under the shifting conditions...