Kai's eyes opened when the liquid went below his head. With a defeated whimper, he curled his arms around his head and remained where he was, sat curled up on the floor of the containment chamber.
It wasn't because Klaus had stopped him from killing himself. It was because his Imagin didn't come yet again. They really were becoming more and more distant. Hadn't he always had the Imagin? Maybe. He couldn't remember meeting them. And now all he could do was sit there, wondering and thinking about how he could get his friends back. How he could regain their trust. Even behind the thick glass that kept him contained.