[Fuzzily, he knows why. He remembers what happened, he knows they've been affected somehow - the music, the dance, the masks, the food? - and he knows he can't fight it for too much longer. Part of him still itches to crash this branch through her skull but instead he recoils from his own thoughts and drops it as he staggers backward.
He needs to get out of here before he hurts her, or before she catches him with that knife.]
Dunno. But we shouldn't continue. I don't want to hurt you.
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He needs to get out of here before he hurts her, or before she catches him with that knife.]
Dunno. But we shouldn't continue. I don't want to hurt you.