[Somehow, the gentle way he's handling him is one part the best option for this, and one part absolutely terrifying. Because it's working- Taako wants to go with him. He wants to stop feeling this way, he wants to feel safe and secure and less of this fucking mess consuming his head. But at the same time, every step he takes towards that admission makes the sickness worse. Makes him feel like he's being taken over by Kravitz, as oppose to the liches and the emotion. It's terrible. It's fucking terrible and the emotions won't stop wrecking him so fully he feels like he can barely breathe.]

It's not-- It's not you, it's... this, it's all of this, it's--

[Me, he thinks, it's me continuing to be afraid and closed off and not knowing how to fight something that takes root in your head and can do so in seconds. He wants to crack himself open, to grab these feelings by the neck and rip them out of his soft tissue no matter the pain. But he can't. He can't.

He tries to take a step and wobbles, puts the Umbra Staff from his chest to the ground in a steadying motion. He hasn't stopped to rest in days, and it's catching up to him, now that the adrenaline has stopped coursing so roughly through him.]

I can't fuckin'-- do this, Krav. I d... I don't know what to do.