[ Goddammit. He wants to get between the two Walters, wants to tell the crazy asshole to keep away from the kid, tell little Walter that this man is in no way safe to be around. But then little Walter's running off, and Alex is left with the older one, hands clenched into fists at his side. ]

What truth. [ His tone is biting; it's obvious he's angry. He's always had a temper, and anger is an easy defense to fall back onto when he's still reeling from what just happened. He glares full stop at the other man. ] If you're about to spout some Order bullshit at me, you can save it - I've already heard it.

[ Judge Holloway. That crazy bitch. ]

Did you do that? [ He points back at the pinned ghost, though his eyes never leave Walter, brown and gray bright with fury. ] Did you leave that thing there for me? For some fucking test?