[He's right. Of course he's right, Al even knows it wasn't their mother after Ed dug up the corpse, but it's so hard to shake years of terror. There's a sudden loud crack, like a mix of bone breaking and metal snapping, as Al's arms start to change shape into the twisted mess of what that poor creation's had been.]
Ah-- A-- I don't want to do this, I can't do this.
[It probably doesn't do much for John's guilt, but Al hangs up there before this can get worse.]
cw: body horror
Ah-- A-- I don't want to do this, I can't do this.
[It probably doesn't do much for John's guilt, but Al hangs up there before this can get worse.]