They were startled when the boy suddenly screamed, gripping his head in pain as Nagisa immediately walked forward.
"K-Karma! What's wrong?!" he reached his hand outward only for Karasuma to grip his wrist tightly.
"Don't! If you try to touch him in his current state you'll only make things worse!"
"B-but he's-!" the boy whimpered, looking on helplessly as his friend continued to scream, gripping his head like his head was being torn apart.
Karma gripped his head as he felt it clawing at his mind. Strands of red hair fell to the ground as he screamed in pure agony, begging for it to stop.
"Please make it stop!" he hadn't realized he had been verbally begging by now, but those thoughts were whisked away when he felt another one of his mental walls collapse. He screamed as it entered his mind, breaking down all his mental defenses in one fell swoop.
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He honestly couldn't tell if he had stopped screaming or not. His whole body was numb with pain and his throat felt dry and hoarse. His vision was blurry, but he heard mumbling not too far away and some sniffles.
"K-Karma…?" he recognized that voice...what was his name again? Ah, right, Nagisa. Nagisa Shiota.
His best friend.
The first person who didn't see him as a freak.
The first he let his guard down to.
And the very person he so wanted to kill.
"Karma? Can you hear me?" he heard sniffled so he could only guess he was crying. Did he think he was dying or something? He suppressed a chuckle.
And why did he keep calling him that?
The boy was gone now, and he was finally free.