[Little did everyone know the catatonic was better for anyone around him. It was so much better. Not for Pratt who was in a haze of hearing Jacob's voice constantly and mentally breaking down. But at least he wasn't violent or talking crazy.]

Doesn't it though? It proves it all, they were right. We were too weak to see it and then we all died - just like he said.

[He clutches at his head briefly, fingers tearing into his hair as he hunches over before standing up again.]

What do you mean I'm not dead here?

[Wait.

Wait just a fucking minute.

His eyes never leave Sharky as he leans down to pick up the shovel again, knuckles white around the hilt as he grips it far tighter than necessary.]

What do you mean I'm not dead here.