[Will appreciates the restraint. Appreciates it so much, he figures maybe he hasn't talked more than he needs to already. Maybe Chilton deserves answers all at once, rather than doling them out like some sort of truth rations.

He keeps his eyes up, body relaxed.]

I killed Sookie first. Wanted to really get his attention. Bit off more than I could chew, he came out the victor.

[If anyone could be considered victorious in that mess. Will nods, lips twisting like he's tasting something quite sour.]

Didn't realize it then. Everything was so distorted. But I, uh. Felt like him. Felt like I was who he'd always wanted me to be. Closer to it, anyway.

[There's only one him in Baltimore.]