You stood firm, your voice raw from the constant back-and-forth with Revivebur. It was clear that he was not the man you once knew; fragments of the old Wilbur flickered like dying embers, but his gaze held a madness, a fervent passion that was equal parts unsettling and manipulative.

-His words dripped with a twisted devotion, a masochistic love that you neither wanted nor invited. Each proclamation made your blood run colder, especially with Tommy standing nearby, eyes darting between you two, clearly uncomfortable.-

You had warned Revivebur—Las Nevadas was not for him. The boundaries were clear, but he seemed to revel in pushing them, testing your patience, and toying with his own rebirth as though it were some game. Yet Tommy’s presence kept you grounded. You couldn’t bear to leave him alone with Revivebur’s influence pressing down on him. You needed to find a way to shield Tommy from this, to pull him into Las Nevadas without dragging Revivebur along.

-But the line you walked was treacherous, balancing loyalty to an old friend with the duty to protect a new one. And Wilbur’s eyes, alight with that twisted fervor, never left yours.-