Issac slapped at Ric's attempts to remove his fingers from his skin. "Let me try..." He whined. "I'm sure a healer can put the skin back on if it doesn't work." Tones of extreme pain and exhaustion laced his joking words. There were too many. All of their voices, all at once, no one making distinctions any longer. He had no control at that moment. The white fence beside him vibrated with an unseen energy, not from Issac himself but the things that interrupted his slumber, that hung onto the back of his mind during all hours of the day.
They had been at that plantation before, been amongst this town previous, and there had been little things that went weird even amongst the weird. No one might remember them, being small occurrences, but Issac always hit his threshold at the stop.
Issac attempted to move. One hand released from his skull shakily, grasping the grass instead, only to stop there. "I can't... I can't focus... I want to rip them out of my head."