Ah, well. There is one thing that is undeniably strange to Will: people who were killed coming back. Not people who were thought dead, or had the possibility of being dead attached to their cases. People who were dead, coming back from that? That was unheard of, in the world Will knew. The human body could go through quite a lot, more than most wanted to ever know about, before it finally stopped. But where Will's from, when that final heartbeat thumps and that last breath is taken or let out, there is no return. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
He's talking to someone formerly dead. That, to Will, is one of the most horrifying and difficult things he's had to face here.]
Like that, yes. [Staying calm and approachable in the face of the truly bizarre, however, wasn't beyond him. Even if he was doing so propped up against a stool in casual clothing, not dressed up and gracing the halls of the FBI.] Is there anyone else like that for you here, now, Ken?
[He doesn't expect full honesty. He'd like it, of course he would. But that doesn't mean he shouldn't, at least, ask. Ken's clearly been through his own world of horror, this is not a subtle challenge for him to lie, for that to work against him, and for Will to appear a better support or more trustworthy companion in a few month's time. This isn't a design to drive a scalpel into his mind later.
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Ah, well. There is one thing that is undeniably strange to Will: people who were killed coming back. Not people who were thought dead, or had the possibility of being dead attached to their cases. People who were dead, coming back from that? That was unheard of, in the world Will knew. The human body could go through quite a lot, more than most wanted to ever know about, before it finally stopped. But where Will's from, when that final heartbeat thumps and that last breath is taken or let out, there is no return. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
He's talking to someone formerly dead. That, to Will, is one of the most horrifying and difficult things he's had to face here.]
Like that, yes. [Staying calm and approachable in the face of the truly bizarre, however, wasn't beyond him. Even if he was doing so propped up against a stool in casual clothing, not dressed up and gracing the halls of the FBI.] Is there anyone else like that for you here, now, Ken?
[He doesn't expect full honesty. He'd like it, of course he would. But that doesn't mean he shouldn't, at least, ask. Ken's clearly been through his own world of horror, this is not a subtle challenge for him to lie, for that to work against him, and for Will to appear a better support or more trustworthy companion in a few month's time. This isn't a design to drive a scalpel into his mind later.
This is just a question.]