Luther knows he probably looks like he's been slapped because he feels like he's been slapped. Already, he's cramming all of those Allison-related feelings and memories and incidents as deep as they'll go, away from him. He can't face it now, he can't think about about--
"What kind of deal did she make?" Luther asks, hating how small his voice sounds. "Did she know? What Dad was going to do to me?"
With his heart roaring in his ears, Luther tries to get control of the absolute feeling of freefall. Maybe Allison really had more in common with the old man than he thought. Maybe Allison also knew what someone should do with a tool that doesn't work for them anymore.
He reaches back out to Viktor with shaky hands. "Hey, hey, this is real. Right here. We're in this weird purgatory world named Darrow. And whatever the hell happened, it just happened to both of us, so we can deal with it together."
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Luther knows he probably looks like he's been slapped because he feels like he's been slapped. Already, he's cramming all of those Allison-related feelings and memories and incidents as deep as they'll go, away from him. He can't face it now, he can't think about about--
"What kind of deal did she make?" Luther asks, hating how small his voice sounds. "Did she know? What Dad was going to do to me?"
With his heart roaring in his ears, Luther tries to get control of the absolute feeling of freefall. Maybe Allison really had more in common with the old man than he thought. Maybe Allison also knew what someone should do with a tool that doesn't work for them anymore.
He reaches back out to Viktor with shaky hands. "Hey, hey, this is real. Right here. We're in this weird purgatory world named Darrow. And whatever the hell happened, it just happened to both of us, so we can deal with it together."