[It sounds so logical. Strangely poetic, even, to Walter's ears. Chilling, though, making his stomach lurch a little lower as the tension around him fades out and he feels very calm.

He breathes, glancing down at the bomb again, then up at Seth.]

Forces of will. [he repeats, evenly, then nods, with a grin that doesn't go anywhere near his eyes.] So - whose will are you pitting against them? The protectors. [He amends himself quickly.] Or - is it just your will to provoke them? What...

[Walter fumbles for a moment, almost throwing a hand up in his sudden, muted frenzy.] What do you win?