Issac needed Khal over Hafsa, needed a mother figure in the mental breakdown. With everything he could hear, everything pushing down on him, people's memories did not matter, there but not recognized. Nothing felt safe and everything felt like fear and pain. He needed the Void too, the comfort of deep, dark screams opposed to the sharp, loud ones of the minds of those around him. He needed Alex to be awake from his experiments so he could help fix him, too.
But he would never be fixed and the minds would never stop and even silences could hurt.
Bright green eyes, flooded with tears, looked up at Khal, but he stopped struggling against her. Enough people were angry, hated him; would she just be added to the pile? Issac's fits ebbed and flowed like that pulse of a third-degree burn over the entire body. "They should have let me shatter into nothingness," he whispered.