Will didn't dare step further into the cell. Not yet. Her behavior was far too erratic, and the distance between them was safe for the both of them. He took up space in the doorway, making a conscious effort to be anything but imposing. There was no way for Abigail to tell or compare, but Will was significantly calmer than he was when she was out of sight. It was unfair, mostly to Abigail, that it was considered a good day when her's and Will's encounters didn't involve one of them covered in blood. Will didn't expect or worry that Abigail would kill herself, but he felt much more peaceful when he consciously looked for blood in her cell room and found none. There was no telling who that said more about, him or Abigail.
Will's baser instincts urged him to try and comfort Abigail, but reason and years of training and experience dictated otherwise. He needed to talk her down first, even though he knew that there was no way he, or anyone else in the prison for that matter, would let Abigail just stroll on out of the prison. No sudden movements. Speak in a clear, slow, even voice. "Why shouldn't I?" The question was sincere, but oddly enough, lacking in much curiosity. Abigail was so far beyond being out of sorts, but she was smart. She would know what Will was doing, and he knew he personally hated it more than anything when someone had to make an effort to sound curious.. it was all very dishonest, and all Will wanted to do was help get the girl through another night. He glanced between the bright orange crates, and the long dark hair that both heavily framed, and hid her features.
Not unlike Elise. Or Melissa.
After all, they were chosen for a reason.
See?
The word was common. And only partially out of context. It wasn't what Hobbs meant. He had heard it in every which way possible, in his mind and out, but it wasn't until very recently that it stopped sending a chill down his spine. It had more to do with the fact that Will was getting acclimated to hearing Garrett Jacob Hobbs' last word, and less to do with the fact he never heard it in Garrett's voice anymore. It was always in Will's. He forced the darkness back into the dimly lit corners of his mind, right where it belonged, while he still had enough room to keep it there.
"Abigail, put.. put the bag down. I can't help you if you leave. I know you don't think you deserve to be helped, but you're wrong."