“He died.” Nolan whispers, plain and rough. The words feel bitter on his tongue, lining his mouth and throat until it leads down to his stomach, churning with acid. He repeats the phrase, “He died,” checking to see if it’s still true. That it hadn’t all been a dream.
“I don’t think he deserved to die,” he chokes out, just to get the thought from his head before the spiral starts. He’s not really anticipating any sort of answer, so Theo’s dull “No?” is a bit startling to him.
Or: a Nolan character analysis where i put that guy through the ringer of his own guilt