[Yoite is curled up into himself, with his back against the wall and his knees against his chest. His hands are over his ears and his eyes are wide.]
I don't understand. What's- my head-
Is someone reading my mind again?
[Then, suddenly, he flies into a rage; it's like night and day, seeing him like this. He's thrashing one arm about, index finger
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