[ Alex?? Not hate himself??? Even with the missing part of his soul, that's a little impossible.

He's able to slide the bandages onto his wrist, balance it with a sigh. Finally. ]

Alright. I'll keep quiet. [ A pause. ] I just keep...forgetting, is all. That they're not going to do what I want them to. But, I guess a tip or two can't...

[ He looks up fully, studying Will and taking note of his complexion- or, color, tint, whatever. It stops him. ]

...hurt. Hey... Will? You're not... What's happening?