[And why would he?]
Little pig, little pig--! [A laborious snort, a hiss through his exposed teeth: barely contained fury.] Put me back! The mission. It's not over. Not yet. No... Obstruction!
Put me back.
['Or I'll snap your neck.' He doesn't need to say it, though. The blood on his hands, his chest, is telling enough. Outlast really won't be the same without you, buddy, but it sounds so promising. Ambiguous morals, making the player suffer-- it sounds so exciting, doesn't it?]
WALRIDER.
[Okay. Nevermind.]
Little pig, little pig--! [A laborious snort, a hiss through his exposed teeth: barely contained fury.] Put me back! The mission. It's not over. Not yet. No... Obstruction!
Put me back.
['Or I'll snap your neck.' He doesn't need to say it, though. The blood on his hands, his chest, is telling enough. Outlast really won't be the same without you, buddy, but it sounds so promising. Ambiguous morals, making the player suffer-- it sounds so exciting, doesn't it?]
WALRIDER.
[Okay. Nevermind.]