[ The question doesn't make him falter. He simply shakes his head, admits to the truth: ]
No, they're not. [ He straightens up, gaining more confidence, getting his feet back under him, so to speak. ] Better that way. Silent Hill's screwed us up enough. If I had to die -
[ Did he die? Did Adam actually kill him?
Would if be better if he did?
Save the town for another fifty years. Maybe they could use that time to figure out another way, some way to escape the touch of this place, the pact the founders had made with Silent Hill's god when they fled.
But the town was built on, protected by blood and corpses. What would happen when it came time for Josh to carry out his duty? Alex can't help shuddering at the thought, eyes sliding shut as he takes his head, mind whirling with arguments and counter-arguments. (If the town is safe - For how long? Does it justify what they did? To Scarlet, to Joey, Nora?
To you?
-
Am I even dead?)
He doesn't finish the sentence, eyes shutting tight again against the pounding in his head, his temples, pressing the heel of his hand to one of his eyes. There's too much to consider, too much to take in that he feels like even if he had forever he couldn't being to grasp the gravity of it all, or what the right answer might be. ]
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No, they're not. [ He straightens up, gaining more confidence, getting his feet back under him, so to speak. ] Better that way. Silent Hill's screwed us up enough. If I had to die -
[ Did he die? Did Adam actually kill him?
Would if be better if he did?
Save the town for another fifty years. Maybe they could use that time to figure out another way, some way to escape the touch of this place, the pact the founders had made with Silent Hill's god when they fled.
But the town was built on, protected by blood and corpses. What would happen when it came time for Josh to carry out his duty? Alex can't help shuddering at the thought, eyes sliding shut as he takes his head, mind whirling with arguments and counter-arguments. (If the town is safe - For how long? Does it justify what they did? To Scarlet, to Joey, Nora?
To you?
-
Am I even dead?)
He doesn't finish the sentence, eyes shutting tight again against the pounding in his head, his temples, pressing the heel of his hand to one of his eyes. There's too much to consider, too much to take in that he feels like even if he had forever he couldn't being to grasp the gravity of it all, or what the right answer might be. ]