Viatorus turns his head enough to look at Steve from the corner of his eye. Slowly his expression twists into one of misery and fear.

"I'm scared, Steve," he whispers and a sob follows. "I'm-m s-so s-scared."

With another sob he turns away, freeing a hand to wipe at his eyes.

"Th-They'll come b-back, and…" He sniffles and sobs. "I d-don't want them t-to come back."