Will's back is ramrod straight now, his expression and body language so intense, so focused he almost seems to shudder with it. In the dim lighting, it's hard to tell, but he looks ill -- he's too skinny, he shivers even with Sam's sweatshirt, and there are black shadows under his eyes that suggest he hasn't slept well in months.
Worst of all is his voice. It's stony, deathly serious, the way no thirteen-year-old's voice should be. "Even if it's not in this world? If it's in another world and...only one person can see it? Can you still fight it?"
His gaze flickers to Sam, and there's a note of desperation in his eyes now. "Can you kill it?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hey breakdown u wanna smush a facehugger/dog thing?
Date: 2018-01-30 02:59 am (UTC)Worst of all is his voice. It's stony, deathly serious, the way no thirteen-year-old's voice should be. "Even if it's not in this world? If it's in another world and...only one person can see it? Can you still fight it?"
His gaze flickers to Sam, and there's a note of desperation in his eyes now. "Can you kill it?"