[Their thoughts are hazy and wobbling, gauzy layers of imagery dancing clumsily over itself, and it's trying so hard to sort through and figure out what the hell L could possibly mean about an ice pick in his brain.
It rubs its temples, and then staggers furiously over to him, grabbing the scissors to physically pull them away from him.]
Stop that. You need to listen to me. It-- you aren't just... doing this to yourself.
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[Their thoughts are hazy and wobbling, gauzy layers of imagery dancing clumsily over itself, and it's trying so hard to sort through and figure out what the hell L could possibly mean about an ice pick in his brain.
It rubs its temples, and then staggers furiously over to him, grabbing the scissors to physically pull them away from him.]
Stop that. You need to listen to me. It-- you aren't just... doing this to yourself.