"Right. Even more lies to feed the masses." He nudged a small rock out of it's nestled place in the event that he really didn't know how to speak to someone, not even one who at least knew about the shit (or, at the very least, the said person had a basic understanding of the workings of the Order) he had been through.
Walter suddenly felt heavy, as if someone was pressing him with several stones. How he kept himself from collapsing right there, he'd never know, but he walked steadily towards a wooden bench, and eased himself downward onto it.
It was there that his real physique could be seen. The blood-splattered, some-what faded blue coat hung onto his frame pitifully, loosely. Walter was even having trouble breathing right every now and then. But his eyes still turned to Alessa, almost begging yet also close to warning her that, "I think... I think you should go now, Alessa. In case that monster decides he wants to hurt you, too." Walter's voice was lightly speckled with a soft wheeze, along with his skin becoming whiter by the minute.