The figure winced at his words, looking at him with a bit of pain and worry in his eyes as he tried to draw in a quivering breath. His chest hurt - everything hurt, he had been screaming out of desperation to keep himself normal despite the infectee status and his desperate attempt to make more suppressants was frustrating to the point where he had ruined his progress.

Just like how he did in the past with the samples because he was an arrogant fucker. Wasn't he? Was that the truth amongst other people who were around him?

"No- I didn't. I fuck up every time."

His voice came out spiteful, pained. A bit shaky too as he restrained himself to the best that he could - lashing out now would only seal the narrative. So now he just, pulled his arms and legs close to himself, balling up and laying down with a low groan.

Will didn't even hear the other at first before he slowly looked over, tears in his eyes as he whimpered. Shit, he didn't mean to get caught like this, especially since he looked, well... like something that escaped, just to put it there.

The catlike slits stared into the pitch black lenses of the sunglasses the other wore, Will desperately trying to open his mouth only to hear a slight rumble, one of a faint "al...?" He felt like he couldn't say anything to retort, especially since his throat was fucked up.

But he forced himself to speak. How fucking stubborn of him.

"... A l.... I 'm s or r y..."

He wanted to say how sorry he was, the tears falling from his eyes as he tried to whipe them away despite the claws. God, he really fucked up, huh?

"I d id n ' t... w an t t hi s..."

Yet he did it, didn't he? Here he was, being the absolute dumb fuck he was, stuck as that damned thing and standing in front of Albert.

"... I 'm s o s or r y."