[ Hallucinations... suck. Hallucinations where you see your worst fear? Sucks worse. Mizuki is here, though! Assuming you managed to get safe from the flowers even in your frantic state, there's a jellyfish trying his best to calm you down. ]

Hey, hey, it's alright. Will you let me help you...? It... it'll only hurt for a second...

[ Hm, maybe trying to hold onto someone while holding a hallucination when they're suffering terrible visions isn't his BEST plan, but... ]

[ There's few situations Mizuki finds himself at a loss with. Maybe it's because he's always been put into those situations, or put himself into those situations, though? He can deal with the nethersea brand, he can deal with the politics of Iberia, he can deal with bad guys, social debates, conversations, making friends, cleansing evil from people, but... maybe not non-seaborn plants. No matter how much they may remind him of his kin from home, they are not. They are worse.

They're evil.

And he can do nothing here about it. He can't control ice or fire, and his harpoon can only do so much, and he can't risk the flowers eating more of his tentacles, so those are off the table, too. He hates this. He hates feeling useless. But he thinks he isn't smart enough to know what to do, so... if you just so happen to be nearby, then, congrats, you have a very clingy boy death-gripping your sleeve or wrist or bottom of your shirt -- whatever might be within grabbing range, and then: ] Tell me... what to do.

[ Order, orders, orders, he can take those. ]

[ This is probably some sort of... karma, or something, surely. He deserves it, surely. Inflicting fear and hallucinations on these nice people, unintentional or otherwise, must have been an awful experience. To relive those traumas when that is the very, very last thing Mizuki would ever want - it's only fair he got a taste of that, too. The smell of smoke and the overwhelming amount that filled the air. The intense crackling of the flames, and the smell of what burning flesh the flowers had eaten...

Though, as much as he did think he deserved this, he didn't want to deal with it. He couldn't. He needs to help, but what if he just... didn't... do that? What if this one time it was okay if he huddled inside, in the safety of curling his knees in to hug them on the floor. Surely, that's okay. Surely, surely, surely. It's not like the last time this happened, anything bad happened. Haha...

...

At least there's people here, maybe he could try talking through it? ]

... Um, has... anything like this happened before now...?