He was going to protest, but then he actually, really thought about it. Did he need to go back in? Maybe he could just tell them what to watch for.
He leaned back even further, looking up at the sky. He was never going back inside again. He'd never have to walk past Eileen's door again, hearing screams he knows aren't there. He was finally leaving. He'd go to a place where he'd have another chance to save lives, and he'd make good on it this time. It wouldn't make up for the people he failed to save, but it'd make him feel slightly better.
And if this turned out to be some sort of crazy plot, and he was handing everything over to bad people- well, he'd take that chance. He was tired. He closed his eyes and let out a long, relieved sigh. "Thank you," he said.
But there were still things to go over, so after a moment, he sat up and looked at Jack again. "Uh...there's a box in my living room- it has a lot of things in it. It also has an old doll. Don't touch it, okay? Don't let anyone touch it. And there are a few things in that back room..." His face scrunched up as he thought about it. "Some ritual stuff. Be careful with that, too." Yeah, the dead body would've probably tipped them off there. (oh god, had he left Walter's dead body back there? What was wrong with him?)
Rubbing at his face, he added, "I think the apartment's still connected- but it's...connected to Walter's other world, not. Uh, not the real Silent Hill." Did Jack know about any of that? He had some sort of weird device strapped to his wrist- it was comforting, somehow.
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He leaned back even further, looking up at the sky. He was never going back inside again. He'd never have to walk past Eileen's door again, hearing screams he knows aren't there. He was finally leaving. He'd go to a place where he'd have another chance to save lives, and he'd make good on it this time. It wouldn't make up for the people he failed to save, but it'd make him feel slightly better.
And if this turned out to be some sort of crazy plot, and he was handing everything over to bad people- well, he'd take that chance. He was tired. He closed his eyes and let out a long, relieved sigh. "Thank you," he said.
But there were still things to go over, so after a moment, he sat up and looked at Jack again. "Uh...there's a box in my living room- it has a lot of things in it. It also has an old doll. Don't touch it, okay? Don't let anyone touch it. And there are a few things in that back room..." His face scrunched up as he thought about it. "Some ritual stuff. Be careful with that, too." Yeah, the dead body would've probably tipped them off there. (oh god, had he left Walter's dead body back there? What was wrong with him?)
Rubbing at his face, he added, "I think the apartment's still connected- but it's...connected to Walter's other world, not. Uh, not the real Silent Hill." Did Jack know about any of that? He had some sort of weird device strapped to his wrist- it was comforting, somehow.