[At first, there is no indication of him hearing his twin, nothing to suggest he isn't already lost in the memories-that-are-not, in something that is almost dizzying in its absence, but that soft touch startles a quick exhale out of him, as he turns his head slightly, a faraway look still in his eyes, even as they fix on Kamui]
It is... it's like something is calling me. But, at the same time... I don't want to follow it. I don't understand. Why am I feeling such... [His voice trails off, the final word dying on his lips, like saying it would make it somehow more real, tangible in a way he can't let it, but it is there, the unmistakable sense of dread, his breathing quicker now as he he tries to answer and resist the call of that room at the same time.]