Spence glanced up when Alice made her way over, and he straightened. He'd been leaning against the wall with arms crossed and ankles hooked for a few minutes now. He took the opportunity to uncross his ankles.
"The bleeding hasn't stopped, completely. But she said the infection's slowed. That she would be dead by now if it hadn't." Spence turned his eyes off down the hall. His expression was straight. Blank. "Won't admit it, but she'd in pain." That last bit was very...removed. Like he wasn't talking about a woman who was dying--worse than dying, losing her soul to a virus that created mindless, base creatures that only existed to gorge themselves on their own kind.
But then. He'd unleashed this virus. If not for him, Rain wouldn't be suffering. And none of the people in the Hive would have died. At least, not that day.