[Cater rolls into himself further. It's too hard, right now, to assume anything else. To think that there's any hope of coming back from something that felt so final. Trey's right, of course: Vil isn't one to beat around the bush. Unconsciously, he brings up a hand to his neck, touching the spot where Vil had tightened his grip.]

We got...into things. Into something deep, I guess. I know I just said it but...I don't know.

[It feels like one second everything was fine, better than fine, even. And then...]

I think I said something I shouldn't have.