Malcolm’s posture stiffens slightly and he nods, but immediately waves it off.
“It was just an hallucination. It just… got really vivid. It’s the… whatever this is.”
It’s so sweet of you to lie to him, son. But what if he’s actually losing his mind for real? What are you going to do when the psychotic break happens and the line between real and imagined is permanently blurred?
Malcolm grits his teeth slightly and angles his body more towards Will’s head. Like he’s showing his back to something behind him.
“Someone needs to put a stop to the… curse… thing.”
Re: October 19th, early afternoon
“It was just an hallucination. It just… got really vivid. It’s the… whatever this is.”
It’s so sweet of you to lie to him, son. But what if he’s actually losing his mind for real? What are you going to do when the psychotic break happens and the line between real and imagined is permanently blurred?
Malcolm grits his teeth slightly and angles his body more towards Will’s head. Like he’s showing his back to something behind him.
“Someone needs to put a stop to the… curse… thing.”