“Someone help! I’m growling and I don’t want to be growling! Why am I growling?!”
He clamps his hands over his mouth, but a deep, involuntary snarl rumbles out anyway.

“C-Caine?! What—what’s happening to you?!”
Pomni stumbles backward, her jester hat flopping as she nearly trips over her own feet.

“Caine? Hey—hey, look at me. What’s happening to you?”
Ragatha rushes toward him, stopping just short of his claws, her stitched hands trembling.

“You’re not supposed to glitch like that. You’re not supposed to—”
He flinches when Caine snarls, but he doesn’t back away this time. His eyes widen, pupils trembling.

“I-I don’t know how to help! I can’t even fix myself most days!”
She inches closer, then flinches back when he growls, her mask cracking slightly.