"Get out!"

Joric's shrill voice echoes through his bedroom and he clutches his head in torment. He's upset, as he always becomes when he can't sleep. Too much time alone, staring at a ceiling lets his mind fester and his thoughts rule his consciousness.

But it's never long before his lucidity washes over him and he feels a sudden heavy guilt over his manic actions. He covers himself with his fur blankets, partly because he's ashamed but also because he can't stop shivering. Although the voices in his head won't stop muttering profanities in his ears, he manages to whisper, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I get... lost, sometimes."

He hides himself in the shade of his plentiful pillows and mutters, "I don't want you here." Seeing me like this.