[He senses how everything halts, then comes screaming and jittering back, flashes and scraps of memory. So many tears, barely patched over.]

You had questions. You were afraid. You still are.

[He looks up. Wide blue eyes behind a curtain of pale blonde hair.]

Waiting for something... the right words to give you peace.

[He tilts his head. Listening for another second... but then he shakes his head.]

Too tangled and tight, locked up, bound in the blood. I — don't know what to say.

[That last statement sounds... concerned. But more like the beginning of something than a final conclusion. This will take some time.]