[ Oh. He has gold eyes. He’d always kind of wondered.

Wait. His eyes are open.

Trevor darts backward so quickly that it’s a wonder he doesn’t catch his lips on any fangs. His hand hovers over one of the knives strapped to his chest, but he doesn’t take it. Instead he points at the speaker. ]

This got weird, and it’s your fault!

I do not make things weird, I set them right.

[ Trevor just gestures at their corpse who is no longer a corpse. Weird. And then actually addresses him. ]

Shit, so all this time carrying your arse around and I could have just made you wake up and walk.