Will's such a tiny bitty thing, he'd be easy to pick up even if Breakdown wasn't, y'know...a huge robot. He sits cross-legged, mostly because his knees are too shaky to hold him up, curling in on himself as they look at him. He falters at Breakdown's question, then turns to look down at Sam, something pleading and agonized in his voice.
"I-It wasn't my fault." His voice breaks weakly on the last word, and his eyes are too, too bright. "There was this thing, it...it took me, it chased me, it...caught me. I couldn't get away. It made me...I came back wrong."
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Date: 2018-02-01 03:47 am (UTC)"I-It wasn't my fault." His voice breaks weakly on the last word, and his eyes are too, too bright. "There was this thing, it...it took me, it chased me, it...caught me. I couldn't get away. It made me...I came back wrong."