Vic's perspective from Population 25
This motherfucker is crazy. What kind of psycho hillbilly bullshit is this? I can't believe I walked into this hornet's nest and didn't see the signs of sovereignty. I know I have to think for the both of us and we just have to hold out until Walt figures a way to get us out of this shit. I was so scared for Sean when they started in with the baseball bat. I love my husband but when they dropped the body bag and I thought Walt was inside, for the first time, I admitted to myself I was in love with Walt. Never has the difference between the two emotions ever been so evident. I have betrayed Sean by giving my heart to Walt despite my best efforts to resist and I know with all certainty he will come for us.
How can I explain this to Sean? I can't explain, anything because I don't understand any of it myself. Walt is everything I need wrapped in a package I never expected. He accepts me without judgment and it is a powerful aphrodisiac. His sensibility and sensuality are rare and compel me to him like a moth to a flame. I know he will come to get us. That certainty of character has become the foundation for my stability.
I want to tell Sean that I never cheated. I never did. I never suspected this, I never wanted this, I never lied to you, Sean. Please, don't hate me. I'm so sorry we are in this situation. I'm sorry my job put us here. I'm sorry knowing Walt put us here. Put our marriage here. Sean, I'm so very sorry. I want to scream all of these things as they pull Sean away from me as Chance pardons him. After I come to from the choke hold, I want to rumble with this undomesticated foreign motherfucker. Right here and right now. I got your pious bitch right here bitch.
Settle out of court is all I hear. I know Walt is coming to save us. Keep cool Vic. Think like Walt, play his lead, remember girl, independent action gets you killed. I focus on Walt's voice. I listen to the timbre of his words. I listen for clues but when I see Ed, I know this can't be right. I want to fight. I want to run. I listen to Walt. I trust him. I trust him with our lives. I go with Ed and Sean is safe. I want to break out of the car and run to Walt. I want to get a gun and kill this insane piece of shit. Instead, I listen and do what Walt says because I know he will always do the right thing. He will always protect me no matter the cost. As the Granada pulls forward, I turn back to look at Walt and for a moment I think this may be the last time so I burn his image into my brain. Standing tall, looking back at me, I know that I belong to him. I know he is the man I want. The man I need. He would stand like that for anyone. That is his sense of duty, his obligation to the oath he swore, and he is all of the good in Sean and all of the danger in Ed. The choice is made.
The car is silent as we follow the other psychotics down the back mountain road. I hear myself say, "Stop here." There's no doubt I'm going back to Walt. I'm going back to help, to pick up the pieces, to confront Chance if needed. There's no doubt where I belong. I took the same oath as Walt and I am just as loyal to it as I am to him.