Richie's mouth purses as his brother turns to look at him for some kind of confirmation, only to blurt out the exact thing that has his own mind reeling at the speed of sound. His scrapes with insanity aren't helping his own current mental state, and his shoulders tense as he thinks about the ramifications of what's unfolding.
"I know what I fucking saw."
He saw her bleed out, take her last breath, use it to curse him. He hadn't imagined it, as much as he would have, for once, liked to believe that his mind had played some kind of trick on him.
"How should I know?" Richie knows that Seth isn't actually expecting some kind of answer, but it's endlessly frustrating to constantly take the heat every time his brother is confused or pissed off. He's not exactly pleased when his brother immediately starts to give him orders, even in the form of simple gestures.
Seth isn't wrong, however, and he starts to scan the room without the scathing comment that sits painfully in the back of his throat. "It would help if we knew where here was."
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"I know what I fucking saw."
He saw her bleed out, take her last breath, use it to curse him. He hadn't imagined it, as much as he would have, for once, liked to believe that his mind had played some kind of trick on him.
"How should I know?" Richie knows that Seth isn't actually expecting some kind of answer, but it's endlessly frustrating to constantly take the heat every time his brother is confused or pissed off. He's not exactly pleased when his brother immediately starts to give him orders, even in the form of simple gestures.
Seth isn't wrong, however, and he starts to scan the room without the scathing comment that sits painfully in the back of his throat. "It would help if we knew where here was."