Blinking a bit, Heather shook her head. “No, it’s fine…” She would have to get over it. This was too important for her to dwell on emotions. Listening to him, she wasn’t sure of what to say. Should she blame him? Or console him? It was all a bit too weird. “Listen, it’s not your fault.” She tried to man up and be nice. “You were just following some stupid instructions.” This … wasn’t working was it? “If it had worked, Silent Hill might have been a bit better off.”
“There’s still a chance it could work, if we get all the Seals back to the church and manage to keep God from gutting me while I work.” He would damn well do it right this time, if he had any ounce of humanity left by the time they got there. Vincent took a deep breath, watching the monsters with unease. “Hey…Heather.” His tone was meek, fearful. “Promise me, if I stop being myself…if I get like them-” He hesitated, fearing the thought of it. “Kill me. I don’t want to live my life like those things.” He had thought them benevolent once, God’s beloved children. Now he dreaded the thought of joining their number. How many of them had been like him before? Human, and simply lost.