Something is pushed against his lips--no no no no no no no no leave him alone leave him alone, Phil gasps and shakes them off and all but runs from the room down a hall, some hall.

But he can still hear it. Every lick of conversation, every clatter of dishes, every laugh from Lady Johanna and every comment from Vesper and the factoids brought up by Anders, all the same. Is he losing his mind or is it really happening again? Phil grasps at his chest where only minutes ago it had burst. Nothing ever left a mark. He can't trust anything but his own mind. If it's convinced it's real then it's real. It's real. It's real. It's real. It's real. No one will ever believe you.