[He listens, slouched in his chair with his head leaning on his hand. He tries to imagine it. He sort of gets it.
When Leon gets to the word "executed", Walter lifts his head, and his expression shifts into one of outright astonishment, darkening as the details follow. He's seen executions in Mikado of late - more than he'd ever have liked, and the word has a sour taste now. The question of "for what crime" flits across his mind - but not for long. An execution implies the judgment of an authority, and he doesn't have near enough faith in authority to consider any such judgment automatically sound.
But what Leon's describing is hardly an execution. Walter can imagine perfectly vividly what that would do to a human body, and has a fairly accurate sense of what it would take to finally kill such a body. There's no purpose to doing something like that except to inflict pain - not when you could put a bullet through their skull or cut off their head at the neck.
He looks at the Pokegear with an expression that's not quite horror and not quite pity; it's a look of frozen disgust, mouth set in a thin line and eyes wide under furrowed brows.]
You're dead? [Walter's voice is low and deadly serious. That...makes a few things make sense (not all of them related to Leon.)
He runs a hand back through his hair, lost for words.]
...Well, you...took a fine afterlife, from all options. [He's half serious.]
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When Leon gets to the word "executed", Walter lifts his head, and his expression shifts into one of outright astonishment, darkening as the details follow. He's seen executions in Mikado of late - more than he'd ever have liked, and the word has a sour taste now. The question of "for what crime" flits across his mind - but not for long. An execution implies the judgment of an authority, and he doesn't have near enough faith in authority to consider any such judgment automatically sound.
But what Leon's describing is hardly an execution. Walter can imagine perfectly vividly what that would do to a human body, and has a fairly accurate sense of what it would take to finally kill such a body. There's no purpose to doing something like that except to inflict pain - not when you could put a bullet through their skull or cut off their head at the neck.
He looks at the Pokegear with an expression that's not quite horror and not quite pity; it's a look of frozen disgust, mouth set in a thin line and eyes wide under furrowed brows.]
You're dead? [Walter's voice is low and deadly serious. That...makes a few things make sense (not all of them related to Leon.)
He runs a hand back through his hair, lost for words.]
...Well, you...took a fine afterlife, from all options. [He's half serious.]