[When Max asks him that simple question, Basil lets out a pained sound. He curls up tighter, and suddenly he's lifting his hands to hold them over his head, pinning his ears to his skull.]
N-no....no no no....stop- please stop-
[He's whispering, fervently, yet he has not drawn away from Max at all. It's not as if he's telling her to stop. If anything he's curled up even smaller against her. If he was alone, he would have curled up entirely into a ball by now in the hopes that he could block out the noise, but he can't.
It's the noise. It continues, sounding eerily like Sunny playing his violin.
He sucks in another breath, this one sounding like he's heaving, and when he exhales smoke comes with it.]
Everything is going to be okay...everything is going to be okay...
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N-no....no no no....stop- please stop-
[He's whispering, fervently, yet he has not drawn away from Max at all. It's not as if he's telling her to stop. If anything he's curled up even smaller against her. If he was alone, he would have curled up entirely into a ball by now in the hopes that he could block out the noise, but he can't.
It's the noise. It continues, sounding eerily like Sunny playing his violin.
He sucks in another breath, this one sounding like he's heaving, and when he exhales smoke comes with it.]
Everything is going to be okay...everything is going to be okay...