"I know. I know," Simon said, frustrated. He knew how he sounded during these episodes, but knowing it and believing it were two entirely different things, and he couldn't help the twisted paths his mind took on days like this. He ran his hands through his hair in agitation, adding, "I'm not stupid. I know. I just can't think. I can taste it even when I know it's not there."
It was more than he'd ever said to Edgar or Amelia, or their parents. But then, the worst episodes hadn't started until he'd left home -- until the Incident in his seventh year, really -- so there hadn't been anything to tell them, and these days he tried not to let them know there was anything they should be worried about.