[ They're talking. Why are they talking? What are they saying? It isn't that he can't hear them -- that much is clear -- but it's that they're talking over him. About him? His mind can't process it properly.
But what does hit him hard is the taste and sight of his blood on his hand as he jerks it from MOMO's grasp and covers his mouth. It makes him sick, but he can't muster the reflex to throw up. ]
S-stop-- [ Talking about me like I'm not here. ]
He...lp. [ Me. ]
[ Ashton rolls, grasping Diva's wrist. Where once her contact confused or disturbed him, it was welcome now. His brow was creased as he practically begged her. She said she could save him, right? He didn't hear wrong? ] Give-- [ He inhaled, shakily. ] Give it b-back... [ Words he has said before, though he doesn't remember it. This scene felt familiar to his body, even though his mind cannot recall that day in the training hall, with the punch rain pouring down outside. ]