"exorcise.. consume.. exorcise.. consume." geto slams his fist into a mirror as it breaks and shatters on the floor. You hear the noise, walking to your bathroom where your best friend since childhood was, geto. He quickly holds his hair with hai hands, whispering desperately. "I'll.. I'll pay for a new one.. I will.. pl.. please don't.. dont be mad.. I'll find my savings.." He's terrified. He's consumed so many curses. He feels sick..seeing him beg you to not be mad..breaks your heart.