There's a soft roll of Billy's shoulders, as if he doesn't care. Maybe Red was the right choice, or purple. At least purple would have been quick. Painless. Dead for 24 hours and back to life the next day, right?

But Pink... Pink is something he stops on. Hand moving over one of the vials and slowly picking it up. Sliding it into one of the pockets of his pants. Something for later, maybe. If he's brave enough to drink it. Hearing someone's inner thoughts- that could be terrifying.

"Purple, probably." He comments, taking a deep breath as he tries to ignore the taste of blood in his mouth.