Uhhh. I feel so fuzzy. Am I still breathing?

… I think I’m breathing. Yeah, everything is still rushing in and out like always…

Why did I do something like that? No, I shouldn’t berate myself. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Or, more like, I just wanted to. I really, really wanted to…

So how is he doing right now? Oh, I wasn’t gone for as long as I thought. Seems like he’s finally putting up some decent barriers. Thank goodness. Now if he could just make those things the way he used to, I’ll feel much more at ease.

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Wait, why are you doing that? You’ve made plenty of those; you don’t need anymore. Oh dear.

… I never expected he would be this bad. He remembered me, after all. He seemed like he remembered everything. How much does he really remember? This is so stressful to watch.

…

I can hear you. I swear I can. I know, I’m sorry. No, please don’t do that.

Ah, the rest of you, please just be quiet. Honestly, please.

… I’m still breathing. Of course. Of course I am. And I can hear all of you. Ah, that one is so kind. You haven’t noticed at all yet, have you? Honestly…

… Please mature quickly.

Please survive.

I don’t know what I would do if…

…

I’m still breathing.