I...I guess so. I never really thought about it like that. [Wirt had been assuming that not having Bill in his body was enough to safely say he wasn't being puppeted any more. But...maybe it didn't have to be so literal. Bill's made him terrified of the consequences, and in that way he's probably doing exactly what Bill wants him to do.

But, is that enough to give him the courage to face everyone? Right now he's not sure.

The content of the poem is horrifyingly familiar though. Cami's right that it isn't a poem he would write, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand what it was about, and his eyes go wide with fear.]

The Beast? H-He shouldn't-- why does Bill know about the Beast?! Or, well...I guess he said he knew what the Unknown was, so. Maybe he'd know. [It was part of why Wirt had been so eager to believe him in the first place. He's worked himself right back into panic though.] B-But Bill's definitely never met Greg before...he...he said Greg died?

[Over the course of Greg's very short life, Wirt has thought some mean things about his little half-brother, but hearing someone say Greg is going to die, and that a six-year-old will die of fright...it pierces Wirt's heart. He's more worried than ever that they aren't in the same place, that Greg is in the Unknown without him.

There's something else about this that unnerves him too. He hugs his knees, curling in on himself and he can't seem to meet Cami's eyes, but he offers a weak protest anyway.]

I...he's wrong. I won't give in to the Beast. That's dumb; we have to get home...