Aiden still didn't move. He looked from Scarlett to that foreign chick, then to Jonathan, then to Barry as they spoke. He heard what they said, but he wasn't sure he understood them. No, he was pretty fucking sure he didn't want to, didn't want to hear any more of that.
"Yeah, but like..."
That was all he got out. He was still ruffling his hair, the hand in question starting to get all jittery. What, did nobody have his back on this on one? Christ on a stick, this was just total horse hockey, complete fucking nonsense, that's what it was.
He began to feel the itch around his neck again. Right, the collar. Fuck, he had totally forgotten about this thing. Kinda gotten used to it, with it being there all the time and stuff. Musta been kinda like how someone wearing glasses got used to them over time, at least that was how Sharon had described it to him. Oh fuck, Sharon. He had promised to send her a message, tell her that her baby bro was all crispy and fine. Couldn't do that now, even his goddamn phone had been nicked. Like...that really was kind of too much, wasn't it? But maybe-
"I mean, what if this is just some sort of imposters doing work here? The real deal, those old SOTF cripples, aren't they like, all dead already? Wasn't that a thing?"
He wasn't sure, not really. He only remembered the news vaguely, been years since he saw that broadcast. His parents had flipped their shit back then, gone scaredy cat mode, told him to watch that thing about those psychos who kidnapped peeps like him for fun. He could have sworn it said they were all done and dealt with, wiped out good. Just had to be it. This couldn't happen to him, it just couldn't!
He raised a hand to feel at the collar thingie. Solid as heck, no way he could do much about that. Jesus.
And that whole business with Mister Graham? Like, he had to be in on all this too, didn't he? Like, if all this was a prank, then that seriously was too far gone, pretending to be dead and all and - no, fucking damnit, there were no 'ifs', this had to be fake, end of story. Nothing those peeps said would change that. They weren't gonna get his head spinnin' as well. He was better than this, to be sure.
"Not buyin' it, not buyin' any of this." Aiden tried to keep his voice down, but it got increasingly harder. He took a step backwards, then another one.
"I'm gonna get outta here, for serious. Maybe we leave this building and it will all be cleared up. Gotta be it."
He took another step backwards. He had to get out of here. This place was drivin' him crazy.
"Anyone with me?"