Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow; No Tomorrow; No tomorrow...

[devilwentdownto]

After hearing gunshots, Will’s first course of action was to find his gun. Shotgun in hand, he ran out the door, not even bothering to close it behind him. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but those shots were too damned close to be a hunter. He sees a body in the distance and kicks into a sprint.

Blonde hair…

no.

It can’t be Sven.

He denies it

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[hoosier_state]

[He stares at Will, he wants to talk to him, to Sven. But he's to afraid to approach. He doesn't want to look at Sven like this, but the least he can do is return his favor. When he comes back he'll come back he has to after all he did and that girl-

He wants to be there for him. But now, he needs to know, who killed him? He has a sneaking suspicion who it might be.

So he lifts the tarp.

And he's right, she's almost unrecognizable, but he doesn't know anyone else with such unnatural hair.

...He checks to make sure nobody's looking, then he spits on what's left of her face.]

[devilwentdownto]

Will hasn't even noticed he's there. He's returned to rocking Sven's still body. His eyes are dead of emotion though, not even tears are left to fall. His face is a bloody mess, his nose is useless.

[hoosier_state]

[He, frankly, doesn't care. You're just a useless statue holding his friend's body.

But he has a little more sense than to call him on his uselessness.]

H-He'll be fine. I promise.

[devilwentdownto]

He didn't see you helping.

Should've let 'im go out.

[hoosier_state]

[He doesn't live with Sven. Therefore, didn't watch him walk out the door to his death.]

You shouldn't have.

[devilwentdownto]

He hung his head, shifting his grip on Sven to pull him closer.
He said he'd be fine... h-he was jus' goin' out fer a walk.

[hoosier_state]

[He reaches out his hand to touch Sven's arm.]

Didn't you notice anything off?

[devilwentdownto]

He pulls Sven in protectively, instinctively.
No... it should have been fine.

[hoosier_state]

Well, you were wrong.

[devilwentdownto]

Ah know.

[hoosier_state]

[There's nothing else to say. Well, except...]

S-stop gripping him so tight.

[devilwentdownto]

His grip relaxes a fraction.

[hoosier_state]

[Now that Will's grip has loosened, he feels around Sven's neck.

It's such a silly, immature thing. But the fact he's wearing their twin necklaces... it makes him feel better, and he starts crying.]

[devilwentdownto]

He almost tightens his grip again when Indy reaches out, but he doesn't this time.

[hoosier_state]

Thank you.

[He's not sure if that's addressed to Sven or to Will.]

[devilwentdownto]

He's not sure either, so does not respond.
W-we... need ta prepare 'im...