"I don't want to hurt any of you." Issac watched as Alex cleaned up his hand. "No more clay things... no telling lies... no secrets... no sleep... no connections," Issac sighed. "No. No. No. No. No. Only pizza."
If his brain had been working with him instead of against there would be so much he would have liked to explain to Alex, but nothing fit into place. Words bubbled and popped, interrupted themselves and shattered into the broken pieces of clay on the floor. Green pools shifted to the clay emblem no longer providing a door for him to shut and keep people out.
His mind crackled as it reached out toward the world, unhindered, empowered, and far more chaotic than usual. A lightning storm flared of mental energy. Issac had far more power than he used typically and it spilt through the fissures created in an attempt to access his network.
The last of the piece of pizza stuffed in his mouth, Issac pulled his knees up to his chest. His fingers curled in making more 'tomato sauce' flow to the surface of his wounded hand. "Tell Sleep I don't want to talk to it anymore. I tried to play nice previously- we never really got along- but this is the end." He paused. "Are you going to eat any?"