Russe's accusations are probably not inaccurate. William's appearance certainly doesn't lend credibility to any arguments to that matter, when he finally comes stumbling into view. Even though he picked himself up out of the spreading lakes of arterial loss, it's still drenched down the knees of his pants and clotted on his elbows, some on his chin and his forehead. Underneath it, he looks kind of

worried. Big soft eyes and a slightly confused quality to his expression overall, his mouth half open, slightly out of breath. Hard to say whether it's from sprinting over or from murder. "I'm," he starts, then stops, glancing at Rey a little shrewdly. He already stopped in his tracks, but he starts to back up slightly within his own little space, his shoulders going up. He isn't sure if Rey wants him to say anything.

What could he possibly explain, anyway? What could that possibly change?