He was crouched behind some rubble panicking and singing to himself. "Can't breathe visions getting blurry now... nose bleed never been so worried... how'm I supposed to handle the pressure it would have been better if I were any body else... watching Lute and Vaggie fight Dear dad tell me what you'd have done... too bad that I'm not your brave son why'd I have to get picked to lead I wish that I could be ANYBODY ELSE... I'm sure to do something? Am I am I supposed to do something? Do I run? Do I dare? Can I grant my own prayer? get a grip grow a pair! charges out of the rubble and blocks Lute's path with an authoritative poster Let me stop you right the-e-ere! There's no cause of atta-a-ack! Swallow your pride! Cast your blood lust aside! Bitch you better fall back! He put on his dad's old exorcist mask/helmet glaring at Lute as a translucent silhouette of his dead father appears behind him though is only seen by Lute.