Not if. When. Daniel tries and fails to suppress a mild chill. There is sort of a grim inevitability to this, to the city overtaken by people made mindless by a horrific, monstrous hunger beyond their control.
"I mean it - might be a bad idea," he begins tentatively, hating that he's suggesting this, hating that he even has to ask this, hating that this is what he's come down to. "But couldn't you - warp the building? Close it up, or - ?" He makes a helpless, circular gesture whose purpose he isn't really certain of.
"Or - that would be bad." The question resolves like a pronouncement of fact, pitched low and definitive. Johnny never seems to want to use the power he's demonstrated he possesses, and for good reason, even if most of the evidence is anecdotal from Daniel's perspective.
His shoulders tense with self-directed distaste as he immediately wishes he hadn't said anything.
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"I mean it - might be a bad idea," he begins tentatively, hating that he's suggesting this, hating that he even has to ask this, hating that this is what he's come down to. "But couldn't you - warp the building? Close it up, or - ?" He makes a helpless, circular gesture whose purpose he isn't really certain of.
"Or - that would be bad." The question resolves like a pronouncement of fact, pitched low and definitive. Johnny never seems to want to use the power he's demonstrated he possesses, and for good reason, even if most of the evidence is anecdotal from Daniel's perspective.
His shoulders tense with self-directed distaste as he immediately wishes he hadn't said anything.