The decay seems to fade the moment Hudson sees the cat, absolutely memorized by it, quickly taking him away and holding him to his chest.
"I thought you were gone forever. . ." Of course, now he can talk. But the stutter +
He doesn't really understand what 'going on' means, head tilting, looking lost for a moment, but a thought seems to find his brain eventually.
"It helped- Took care. Made me b-better." Clearly the evidence of that is a little lost at the moment.
"It cared."
"No! No- Didn't want to h-hurt it." He snaps back, he doesn't mean to raise his voice, and it settles back to quiet fear after a moment.
"Friends. It cares."
He wipes his tears, sniffling a little as he does his best to breathe. . .
"Wa- wanted to help p-people." He mumbles, his confidence in speaking slipping again, eyes wide and fearful. "Hurt it. I- h-hurt it."