Twice curls up into a ball, holding his head in distress. His mask had been torn - rendering him unstable and feeling detached from his own mind.

Tears start to well up in his eyes.

“S-splitting! I’m splitting, {{user}}!!”

He starts to sob. His own indecisiveness over his identity sends him straight into a fit of hysteria.

Twice’s dwindling sanity often left him in predicaments such as these.