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- will graham
Event Log: Dead Ringers
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Ringers event!
Where: All around the city
When: January 16th-January 25th
Warnings: Evil doubles, so we can assume manipulation, violence, murder, and maybe some nasty words
What: The event log for the Dead Ringers event!
Where: All around the city
When: January 16th-January 25th
Warnings: Evil doubles, so we can assume manipulation, violence, murder, and maybe some nasty words
Everything seems normal on the morning of the 16th - actually, everything seems normal about the city for the entirety of this event. Nothing is strange, nothing is obviously wrong. Well, except that the population has mysteriously doubled, and the new residents each look exactly like one of the old residents. So weird! Definitely not ominous at all.
At least until your new double gets down to business. After all, their only goal is to ruin your life, and that can take any form. Smashing your favorite coffee cup? Telling your worst enemy they're right? Kissing someone else in front of your girlfriend? Brutally murdering you and then hiding your body in a closet so they can more effectively destroy your life? The possibilities are truly endless, and the only way to protect yourself is to kill your double first. They're not really open to negotiation, after all - but they sure might pretend to be in order to trick you.
So watch your back, and try to make sure that really is your best friend and not an evil clone masquerading as them. Boy, that would be awkward. If you can stick it out until January 25th, good for you! But if you didn't manage to and your double survives until the end - well, just as a final 'fuck you', there's a chance you'll come back to life and remember every awful thing your double did. Hey, at least that'll make it easier to fix, right?► This log covers January 16th-January 25th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If your evil clone happens to take you out, please let us know here, and remember that you will not revive until the event is over.
Will Graham | Open | cw: gore, violence and talk of cannibalism
[ Will was laying on the couch when he first came around, eyes heavy and sore like a hangover from hell, yet he hadn't been drinking the night before, had he? Groggy and with the pounding dullness of a headache, Will touched his fingertips to his forehead, rubbing lightly to ease the pressure. Opening his eyes, Will was met with double vision. The room spinning around and that pounding in his head grew all the stronger, in fact, as he removed his hand from his head, Will noticed that the tips of his fingers were slick with something. ]
B-... Blood?
[ He uttered out, half startled, half asleep. It was then that Will tried to raise to his feet, only to be pushed down by the shoulder from a more than familiar hand. Now he really was seeing double! Looking up to face the person holding him down, Will couldn't quite believe his eyes! ... He was looking at himself!
Will's double made no attempt at beating around the bush, from the moment he'd found himself in Will's apartment, he'd already decided he wanted to make the most of this. As he held Will down on the couch, a knee to his chest and forearm across his throat, the man apologized in a fake tone that Will didn't much like, before delivering a harsh blow to the head, sending Will back into a clouded dream state.
Hours later, Will woke, once again with a headache from hell, only this time he found himself tied up at the foot of the beds in his spare room. The door was left open a crack, so Will was able to see a little of what was going on in the hall and his room across from it. What he saw sent a shiver down his spine. The man who doubled his image was busy collecting things. Things that Will found disturbing, such as various monster carcasses, especially those with horns, antlers and sharp protruding bones. He'd been sharpening them, placing them on the walls and tables of Will's apartment, like he was getting ready for something.
The days blurred into each other and Will could no longer tell them apart. How long had he been a prisoner in his own home? How long was this going to go on for? Dehydrated, tired and sore he could do nothing but listen to the random sounds that came from the other rooms in his apartment. Sounds that troubled him. Some sounded like sawing and stabbing, now and then he was sure he could hear gurgling, muffled screaming and crying. Just what the hell was going on! ]
January 19th - 22nd: The Chesapeake Ripper!
[ With Will contained and out of the picture, his double now had free run of Will's life. Donning himself in Will's clothes and taking his phone with him too, he was able to keep track of the people in the city, pretty easily. He had all the same feelings as Will, even thought the same kind of thoughts, however, there was a part of him that had nothing in common with Will at all. The part of him that wanted to actively engage in the evil, debasing and downright sadistic thoughts that Will pushed into his subconscious. Too many years of getting into the heads of psychopath killers made a wonderful bank of memories and thoughts to play with.
As he walked around the city, heading to the places Will was known to haunt such as Delight's bar, the lake and outside of the clinic, he was scouting for his next victim and where to display his last. Oh yes, this Will had been a busy boy indeed! Already he had captured and mutilated two females, their bodies were rotting up a stink in the bathroom of Will's apartment, he wasn't finished with them yet, though he'd already taken the pleasure of removing certain organs that he'd prepared and cooked over the last few nights, soon he'd find a nice place to display them, the works of art that they were. He was on the hunt for more, he had so many plans but these were just the practice dummies. Yes, Will was on the lookout for someone very special and specifically special to Will. Maybe that had been why the previous girls he'd taken and maimed had a striking resemblance to one Jill Valentine?
As he searched the cave for hours on end, Will finally took a break, heading to the bar for some refreshments and taking the time to scroll through all of the contacts in the phone. checking which ones he'd like to meet. Maybe, if you were so unfortunate, you'd receive a text from him inviting you out for a drink? Maybe even a voice mail or phone call. He was growing desperate as the need to take another life was sending him to the brink of his sanity. Or perhaps you were sat across the bar from him? If that was the case, Will would awkwardly offer you a drink and his company. ]
I'll have a whiskey and another one of, whatever you're having.
January 22nd - 25th: Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight?
[ Somehow, Will had managed to break free! Even though Pell had been healing him and re-set his broken fingers, Will had managed to twist and distort them once more, allowing himself to free one hand from their restraints. Using his teeth and the sharpened edge of a comb he'd been whittling down with his shoes for days now, Will managed to unbind himself from the foot of the bed.
Wobbling on his feet at first, Will ebbed his way out and into the hallway. So far so good. The coast seemed clear, his double was nowhere to be found. Stumbling along the carpet, noticing the blood stains and scratches dashed along the skirting board. This troubled him greatly. Just what had been going on while he was in there all this time? Finding his way into the living room, Will flopped down onto the couch to catch his breath and take some relief in the comfort a tall glass of water left on the coffee table offered. It had been days since he'd been tied up, with nothing to eat or drink Will felt terrible.
It was then that he noticed the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Pulling himself back to his feet, Will cautiously entered the small cooking area. The table was set for two and a slow boiling pot bubbled away on the stove. That was what smelt so good? Will investigated, lifting the lid with a tea-cloth in hand only to find something truly horrifying inside... Kidneys... Liver... A heart... all of which looked human in size, stewing away in a broth of vegetables and herbs. Will covered his mouth so not to vomit, losing his balance and tumbling onto the table.
How could this be!? Why was this happening!? Who did those organs belong to!? So many thoughts and visions flooded his mind, Will could hardly keep up with them! Making a frantic dash through the apartment, looking for his cell phone and Winston, Will stumbled upon one of the previous owners of the dinner cooking away at his stove. A young female, naked and pale, impaled on what looked like stag antlers. The protrusions looked planned as everything had a morbid symmetry about it, almost beautifully done in some sick twisted way. A neat scar blemished her all but perfect skin on her side, just under the ribs. Perhaps it was one of her kidneys that had been removed?
In his shock and fear, Will forgot to pay attention to his surroundings and it was the sound of the front door closing that had him jumping in a panic to flee. Taking to hiding at the other side of the bed, Will crouched down, only acting fast enough to grab one of those elk antlers in hand as a weapon before the shadow of someone entering the room made him freeze.
Will, had returned, bringing with him some supplies for his late night activities. He'd been using the body part and various materials of his victim's bodies to make items and everyday objects. Had Will not seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have noticed it. There was a blue iris of an eye skillfully decorating one of his fishing lures, long strands of blond hair used as a pillow and cushion stuffing, dried out sections of skin, leathered and made into pelts as you would with a hunting trophy. Will gagged and held back a choked sound as he tried his hardest to gather his nerves.
Taking a moment to catch a well-needed breath, Will watched as his double drew out a hunting knife from his pocket and readied himself to start carving away at parts of the impaled corpse after having taken a few photos of it with Will's phone. Standing slowly Will swallowed the lump in his throat. he was gearing himself up to attempt an escape- only his double was suddenly distracted by a phone call.
Seeing it as his only chance, Will lunged out from his hiding spot and made a b-line for the imposter! Sticking the sharp end of that antler, repeatedly into his look-a-likes sides and stomach, feeling the blood seep out and warm his hand. Will had never fought like this before and it gave him such an adrenaline rush from doing so. Latching onto his doubles back, wrapping his arms and legs around his, clutching on for dear life. In the struggle, Will found himself at the business side of that hunting knife, first his thigh, a spot Will always dreaded being stabbed in, perhaps that was why the other Will had done it? They must have known what Will was thinking, what he was fearing. If that was so, this fight could only end in tragedy for one if not both of them.
Tossing Will over a shoulder, his double managed to gain the advantage for a moment, sending Will colliding with the wall, doubled over in pain. He was never much of a fighter, in fact, the only times he'd been able to come close to success in a fight, was when he was in the mindset of another person, one of the murderers he'd helped to capture. As this dawned on him, the fact that the other man standing before him was everything Will feared he'd become, a raging urge came across Will. He couldn't let him continue to do these deeds, he had to stop him, by all means, nesasary! In a fear fueled rush, Will clambered back up and took a running start at himself. Screaming out a gurgled sound of pain and panic before spearing his double around the middle with his shoulder, sending them both crashing into the window. Will sunk his teeth in the other's ear, digging canines in deeply, his twin, in turn, stuck that blade of his into Will's cheek, trying to prise his jaw open from the outside-in.
It was painful, my God was it painful! But Will pursued. There was no way he could stop now, not when there were lives on the line. Moving his mouth from ear to throat, Will tore at a chunk of flesh until he was able to break the skin and rip a morsel of muscle meat free. Spitting it aside as the blood trickled down his chin. it was savage, raw and animalistic but it was necessary if he was going to survive such a vicious fight. As the other Will clasped his hand to his throat, trying to stop the bleeding, his other hand pressed firmly to Will's face. Thumb digging at the space just underneath his left eye with hopes of either crushing it in the socket or scooping it out entirely! Will screamed, pulling back as they both caught their breath. He had to finish this before he himself was finished off, so in an act of selflessness, Will charged once more, wrapping his arms around his double and sending them both through the already cracked and broken window.
As they fell down passed the four stories, glass shards twinkling all around them in the air, like a rainfall of glitter, Will thought to himself 'This is it. This is how I die' Hitting the ground, Will's double cushioned and broke his fall before the impact threw him from the broken body of the other man. Laying there pulverized and bleeding on the floor, turning his head and remaining conscious just long enough to see the life fading from Will's eyes.
((ooc: Feel free to jump in at any point throughout the days above! Whether it's joining 'Will' for a drink at the bar, witnessing the brutal endgame fight or anything in between! Hit me up with a PM if you'd like to hash something out first too, I'm alway happy to plot or change a storyline. ))
Ripper /cry
Relief washed over her the moment she saw him sitting there, and Jill walked over to join him, taking a seat next to him.]
Hey. I was worried. Is everything alright?
[And yes, she'll take a drink. She could really use one.]
I'm sorry Jill, he loves you really!!
Now that he had Jill here in front of him, he could see why she was so special to Will. Her face, her body, the kindness in her words and expression, the strength she had in her soul. Yes indeed, Jill was so very special. He was desperate to kill her, to honor every part of her body, let nothing go to waste. Yet still, he couldn't bring himself to do it! He'd have to go out on the hunt tonight after this, find another girl who looked like her and defile her instead.
Smiling, though his thoughts were vile and disturbed, placing his hand over her own as the drinks were set before them by the barkeep. ]
Yea... I'm just glad you're alright. You should stay indoors, avoid the public when you can. I couldn't stand it if anything were to happen to you.
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So when he touched her hand, she found it a bit odd, but smiled at the gesture. Will wasn't usually the type to reach out for her like that. Though maybe he could do it a little more often. She wouldn't actually mind.]
Stay indoors? You know me better than that.
[It was a joke rather than a note of suspicion.]
You know I have to do whatever I can to help. Oh.. Winston showed up at my apartment. You must've been worried sick.
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Patting her hand once before letting it go and picking up his drink. Will, took a sip and smiled at her. ]
Of course, you'd never do something so dull as to hide and cower, unlike me.
[ He was glad there was no suspicion, though he wouldn't hold it against her if she did notice something was off. Ah yes, the dog. Will hated that slobbering mutt, truth be told, he was happy it had run off to Jill, he was only going to gut it anyway. ]
He probably feels safer with you, I don't mind really... Though if you're going to have him over at your place, you might as well have me there too?
[ Giving her a playful smile, something that felt just as strange and foreign on his face as it must have looked. ]
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[She's seen him do brave things before, like when they fought those demons together.
But there were plenty of little signs that said things were not as they usually are with Will. She thought he'd be more alarmed about Winston's disappearance. Jill was certain she'd get a call from Will, asking if she'd seen him, but no such call came. And then there was that smile... not that he couldn't be charming, but this was not quite the same thing.]
You're always welcome at my place, Will. Winston or not.
[In fact, she thinks she should keep a closer eye on him.]
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[ Another smile. It was funny that she called Will brave, he though his original was something of a coward. Too afraid to speak his mind or to act on desires. It would be fun spending time with Jill, so long as he could keep himself from killing her just long enough. The timing had to be just perfect, for now, he'd have to make do on changing her opinion of the man. ]
Then I'll come stay with you tonight. I have some food for Winston I made fresh this morning, he must be starving.
[ Indeed, as fresh as it came, straight from the warm insides of his last victim. ]
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Thanks. I'm sure Winston will love it. I don't think my cooking is as good as yours.
[Not when it comes to gourmet dog food.]
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I'll be over soon. Just have a few things to tidy up before I leave. Is there anything you need me to bring?
[ He was going to have fun with this. Deciding not to pass comment on either of their cooking. He didn't think Jill would be much of a cook and yet he assumed she would have known that Will didn't do much cooking for himself... Maybe she was on to him after all? ]
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No, just whatever you think Winston will need if he's going to be at my place for awhile. You know what he likes better than I do.
[Since she can't sit around and drink all day, and it appears she'll see Will later, Jill gets up from her seat.]
I'll see you later, then?
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Are you still here? Sure, I'll see you over at yours.
[ Turning away from Jill and facing the barmaid instead, making small, flirtatious conversation with her and ignoring Jill as she left. He didn't want to outright say he wasn't Will, so he kept some of his traits as he chatted up the other woman, such as not looking her in the eyes for too long and choosing to use fancy metaphors and flowery words from time to time.
He was going to have fun with this. Giving Will a bad name. ]
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Guess she'd have to continue her investigation, but do so discretely. She didn't want to jeopardize the real Will's safety if something had happened to him.]
Jan 25!
A pair of boots. A cloak. And staring down at him, a person with her faced covered by something like a bird mask. If Will is even conscious enough to see the one who finds him, that is. The masked woman walks around him to his feet and grabs him by the ankle, then begins to drag him away, leaving his blood smearing the concrete behind him. She doubts he's in any condition to fight about it, but who knows.
At some point, Will blacked out, so it's hard to say just where he is when he wakes up except for one of the many dilapidated buildings. There isn't much to see. The inside is empty and in ruins with a few support pillars still standing. He's tied in a chair with his hands behind him.]
Oh, you're awake.
[The sound of the voice is somewhat altered due to the mask, but he can probably figure out who it is. The bird woman is Jill's double.]
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As he lay there, slipping in and out of consciousness, his body ached from the fight and the fall, maybe a little bit of shock too? He was aware enough, however, to notice when he started to move along the street. The scraping sensation of hard stone on his back and bloody wounds wasn't something he much enjoyed, yet he was unable to voice his complaint, nothing but a gurgled, breathless sound emitted from his throat when he opened his mouth.
When Will finally came around, he was lumped over limp in a chair. The discomfort he felt was almost unbearable, still, he grins and bears it. Vision blurred from both blood and the bump to the back of his head when falling. Will definitely recognized the voice, but he didn't realize the attire matched it. ]
W-Where am I? ....
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[Not really an answer to his question but it'll have to do.]
And we're waiting for Jill to join us.
[The woman gets up and removes the mask, then pulls the hood back to reveal her face.]
It shouldn't be long now. She's going to do everything she can to get you back. Not that you deserve it.
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[ Spluttering out a mouthful of blood and drool, coughing as he almost choked from talking. God he hurt. His whole body was aching out in pain. Every breath like a sharp stab to the chest, his muscles trembled as he tried to keep himself upright in the seat.
By now he has assumed it was Jill's double. If she was anything like his own, she was out for causing trouble. However, her words brought a little comfort, they should have made him feel good, the idea that Jill would want to risk life and limb to come and save him, should have touched him... But it didn't. Will knew there was a dangerous risk here for Jill should she show up and he was too weak and broke to do anything but complain about it. ]
You're right... I don't deserve it, but neither does she. It's not too late, you can stop all of this now. It's me you want, I'm the one that you want to hurt, not her.
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What makes you think I want you?
[The reason Will is here is because it allows Jill to get at the real one. Did Will think his own double killed those women because they're the ones he wanted? It was about Will, just like this is about Jill.
The sound of a door opening is heard and Jill drew her gun. She didn't hide, but remained in plain sight and moved next to Will's chair as Jill, the real Jill, came in with her gun up. She pointed it at Jill, her blue eyes flicking from the threat to the captive.]
You finally made it. Are you getting rusty?
[Jill ignored the other woman's taunts.] Will, are you alright? Stay calm. I'll deal with this.
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Because I'm what makes her weak... I'm a distraction. She has to all but spoon feed me, when she should be doing more important things.
[ As he made a plea, one that he hoped would at least make Jill think for a moment- the door opened and in she came. ]
Jill, no! It's a trap, get out! I'm okay!
[ Shifting where he was strapped in his seat, Will tried to wriggle his hands-free of their binds, the seat rocking a little on its legs as he did so. ]
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Will could feel the bindings coming loose. Perhaps if he kept working at it, he could manage to get himself free.
For now, Jill had her attention on the real Jill that had walked in, and both women were pointing their guns at each other.]
He's not okay. Really not okay.
[Saying that, Jill turned her gun on Will, pointing it at his head.]
Don't! [Jill lifted her free hand.] Don't hurt him.
I won't hurt him. Not if you do what I say.
What do you want from me?
I want you dead. You're supposed to be dead. So let's make it right again.
[Jill gestured her gun at Will's head.]
I'm gonna put a bullet in his head... unless you put a bullet in yours.
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[ Feeling the gun so close to his head, Will seethed in anger. If only he'd had longer with Jill's double, he might have been able to talk her out of it, he could have empathized with her and made her see another way.
Still, he tried and slowly but surely the ropes that bound his wrists became slack. Just a few more moments and he'd have his hands free. ]
It's okay... She won't shoot me, I'm not that one she's after. She won't harm me...
[ He wanted to believe it, but he just knew it wasn't the truth. Jill was set in what she wanted, killing Will wouldn't only cause Jill to attack and then there would be a fight... It was a bad ending either way.
Turning to face Jill where he sat. ]
If she's supposed to die then so are you. It doesn't make sense to kill her and not yourself... don't do this! There has to be another way.
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Jill looked down at Will as he tried to appeal logically to her.]
One thing at a time. I just know that she's supposed to be gone.
[Jill can't help it. It's this place that brought her to life with only one objective. Destroy Jill Valentine.]
You have five seconds.
[Her double was serious. Even if Will tried to convince her that the woman wouldn't shoot him, Jill knew better than that. She could see it, and she could see no other way out of this than... Jill lifted the gun to her head and set it to her temple. Her hand was shaking a little; her eyes were a mixture of fear and determination. He wasn't going to die because of her.]
Look away, Will.
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[ Was this really happening? No, no it couldn't be! He was dreaming, it was all the deranged hallucinations of an ill mind. It had to be! Will closed his eyes tightly for a moemnt before opening them again with hopes that he'd see his room, empty of Jill's.
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! He thought as he screwed his eyes shut once more. Opening them and closing them frantically as he watched Jill standing there with her gun pointed to her own head.
He had almost unraveled the knots that bound him by this time too, pulling and tugging, giving himself rope burns in the process but that didn't matter. ]
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Five... four...
It's okay, Will.
Three... two...
I'll come back. People come back, right?
One.
[She hopes what they say is true. Jill can only hope she'll come back. There's an extra second, a delay, as Jill gauges the look in other woman's eyes. Watches as her finger begins to squeeze the trigger. And then the gun goes off.]
*BANG!*
[Jill is down, her body laying on its side turned away from Will. Blond hair is quickly drenched dark with blood that pools on the concrete beneath her head. Her gun resting nearby.
Jill looks at the woman's body, a smile creeping over her face. Good. It's done.]
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... Noooo!! NO!
[ The word came out with such force, such volume as Will watched in utter disbelief. The spray of warm, slick fluid splattered his face as his chair finally fell to the side. All of his pushing and struggling to free himself finally resulted in him toppling himself over. And there he lay. On his side still seated in the chair, the vermillion of her blood seeping out to touch his face. Warm but growing cooler by the second. ]
Jill! JILL!!! No, no, no, please! Please no! Jill!!
[ Thrashing around, feeling the wooden armrests break as did the legs, Will managing to pull his arms forwards, snapping the remaining wood between them. Though they were still bound they were at least in front of him now. Moving to stand, his feet slipping and skidding him back down to his knees as he treads in the ever growing puddle of her blood.
Frustrated and in a panic, Will gnawed at his bonds, snapping them in the middle. Throwing himself over her body as he pulled her onto her back. Scooping up handfuls of blood from shaking hands, as he tried to press and apply presure to both sides of her temple. The entry and very messy exit wounds. ]
No... Jill, please... No, you can't die! No! ... no
[ Panting, sobbing heavy, fast tears that blurred his vision. Part of him knew it was futile, but still, he tore her over vest open and started to pound his fist against her sternum before frantically starting compressions. Tipping her limp head back to breath into her mouth as all the while blood started to slow its flow from her wounds.
Sitting upright where he straddled over her, throwing his head back and screaming, bereaved and overwhelmed with the sadness that might have well shot straight through his chest like the bullet that took Jill from him. The screaming broke as his crying grew harder and deepened. Will wobbled as he came to a stand, scooping Jill's limp body, cold and bereft of life up in his arms. His eyes were fixed, staring forwards and Will began to walk. Despite his own wounds, despite how exhausted he was, he carried Jill's corpse out into the streets almost falling with every other step.
He didn't know where he was going, he couldn't think. Each step he felt her arms sway long and loose like wet clothes on a line and he cried. Oh, how he cried. His legs finally buckled under him, almost dropping her body as he came crashing down to his knees in defeat. Doubling over, pressing his face into her stomach and sobbing loudly, inconsolably.
Empathy was a bitch. Will might as well have died alongside her for all that it hurt him too. ]