Walter soon gathered everything, and said, simply, "I... I'll watch... make sure Sal doesn't do anything stupid... and pisses Valtiel off even more." His will was ebbing now, not enough to let the demon loose, but enough to actually see the pain that was being inflicted on him.
He didn't say much, but a simple, soft sound of pain before he quickly grabbed the kit and moved to the other side of the room. When he leaned on the door, it looked like he had gotten worse. Perhaps he lost more weight since he came here, weight that he couldn't afford to lose in the first place, and the coat was a prime example of that. It looked to be a little bit too lose to Walter, but then again, he hadn't been eating much. This place looks like that place too much...