[If there's the slightest chance she could get out of this - doesn't he owe her that? Doesn't he owe her the sanctity of a life untainted by the things swarming in the corners of his vision, the things that creep and claw and swallow you whole? She's lasted so long - so much longer than he would've expected.]

[Is this how all that ends now?]

Look, it's - it's hard to explain. It's...



I'm the source, all right?

[Don't cry. Don't - make this worse than it already is.]

It's my fault. It came from me. I bring It to people, and then there's...you can't get rid of It.