[Will's gaze catches on Abigail's hand intertwined with his own and for a moment that's the only thing that exists for him. Her smaller fingers laced with his, like stitches putting them back together. From the look of things, though, it may be too late for them.
He understands why Abigail might be reluctant to search around when they have no idea what's out here, but they can't stay here forever, either. (Or maybe they can. Maybe that's the point.)
She asks him outright for his opinion of what's going on here, and Will's mouth twists downward as he stares out through the windows at the passing scenery. No matter how hard he looks, though, he can't make out much.
Abigail's a kindred spirit. She'll hear him out.]
Either this is some hallucination and I'm still bleeding out on the floor, or... [He sucks in a breath, lets it out slowly, and finally looks down at Abigail, into her bright eyes.] Or purgatory is a real thing. [For all of Will's conversations with Hannibal about God, he'd never truly believed in anything like an afterlife. His free hand strays down to his stomach again, though, and he finds it as intact as before. There's no other way to explain that.]
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He understands why Abigail might be reluctant to search around when they have no idea what's out here, but they can't stay here forever, either. (Or maybe they can. Maybe that's the point.)
She asks him outright for his opinion of what's going on here, and Will's mouth twists downward as he stares out through the windows at the passing scenery. No matter how hard he looks, though, he can't make out much.
Abigail's a kindred spirit. She'll hear him out.]
Either this is some hallucination and I'm still bleeding out on the floor, or... [He sucks in a breath, lets it out slowly, and finally looks down at Abigail, into her bright eyes.] Or purgatory is a real thing. [For all of Will's conversations with Hannibal about God, he'd never truly believed in anything like an afterlife. His free hand strays down to his stomach again, though, and he finds it as intact as before. There's no other way to explain that.]