"It's all right. It's a little hard for that to be noticeable when I'm not moving." And he was probably only as smart as he was because he was ordered to be studious, but that's probably not important to mention. He should focus on his now-dead puppeteer.

He looks over at the vase not with offense, but with something like guilt. He really isn't sure why this keeps happening to him wherever he goes. Maybe he's cursed?

He doesn't have time to think about it, though, before Facilier turns on him, and everything starts to go wrong. He feels his chest get tight. He thought this time for sure he had found the right person. He thought he would finally be told what to do again, and he wouldn't be left overwhelmed by his own emotions and thoughts. He can't let another person leave.

...He knows what happens when he's left alone. The nightmares, the memories, the strange feeling like someone important is just out of reach. He doesn't want to be left to deal with those again.

"...I understand, sir. I can call you whatever you like... I understand it's difficult, but I won't be able to survive if I don't find someone to control me soon..."

And then more things start shattering. Again. Someone is going to get hurt or try to hurt him again, and he's not at all prepared for that prospect. His eyes dart nervously around the hall, hoping that whoever keeps doing this would just reveal themselves already, or at least just leave him alone.

"Please don't leave me here. I-I don't know what's doing that, sir, but I promise it isn't me. All I know is it keeps happening around me."