[Again he tries to yank himself away from her. Yet it's strange. Her grip is tighter than he might have imagined it. . . at least that's how it seems to feel at the very start. Maybe it's his mind playing tricks. He's surprised he can even maintain composure.]
You're not supposed to know.
[At that moment, however, his heart throbs and he grips at his chest, nearly trembling before his hand moves to his throat. He can't look at her. It's too much.]
Why? What's wrong with you!? [Again he tries to pull away.] How dare you take on her appearance!