[ Ah. Well, so much for his head finally quieting down, because that just kicks it right back up again. The thing is, too, that the voices from the forest didn't even need to stir anything up to make him feel guilty here — his own anxiety was doing that plenty well on its own. To think, you're looking so needy for attention when there's other who have it worse than you. What makes you think you deserve any modicum of pity? You've had such an enviable life and you have the audacity to let other people know you're having problems? How dare you.

He stares at Felicity's smile in a brief silence, his own that always seems plastered to his face nowhere to be seen. There's something almost… panicked(?) in his eyes. Maybe that's not the right word. Protective, maybe? Or… how about… dangerous. Something dangerous. Something that said nothing should try to make my friends suffer. He squeezes her tighter.

A beat. Two. Three… ] Just because you were raised to do something, doesn't make it right. [ Mizuki was raised to be a Bishop, but he's not a very religious person at all. ] You should take care of yourself, too… Worrying about me should be the last priority.