[He sends Orthrus, with a sharp little gesture - the dog's growl and glance back and icy mutter of "boom" says it all.
Fuck.
Walter's chest feels very cold, in a way that's swiftly slipping past terror and into that giddy realm above fear where consequences seem very trivial. He stares in the bomb's direction for a moment, mind tripping over its presence, then looks back at Seth. His voice is pitched a little high, sounding almost like he could start laughing.]
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Fuck.
Walter's chest feels very cold, in a way that's swiftly slipping past terror and into that giddy realm above fear where consequences seem very trivial. He stares in the bomb's direction for a moment, mind tripping over its presence, then looks back at Seth. His voice is pitched a little high, sounding almost like he could start laughing.]
...Do I get to know your "why", too?