No, no, no, not okay. It's not as if he can pop in and sit down with a therapist. Not here. Not ever--his story is hard to swallow even for a fellow monster.

The waves of motion continue, making him ripple like something disgusting dredged up from the sea floor.

[Child. I do not think I can help. Perhaps you should leave.]

That would be better, he thinks. There isn't much he can say, is there? Not in this state.