Okay. [ He nods, repeating, hovering close to the bars. He's handling this worse than her already, he knows. He doesn't even need hallucinations; this is what he's afraid of: his family, trapped in harm's way, with no way to fix it. ]
I'm sorry. [ For quietly freaking out here. ] What can I do? Do you want water, or—
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I'm sorry. [ For quietly freaking out here. ] What can I do? Do you want water, or—