I couldn't - he just - he was too fast, if Link wasn't right there, I -

[What ragged tatters of self-possession he still has manage to get Jonathan to shut up. The door closed behind him, he slumps back against it, sliding down to the floor and ending up nearly curled up in a ball. He peers up at Vita through the short curtain of his hair.]

Yurick tried to cut his own throat. I was heading back to you, I turned around and he already... I couldn't do anything. Again.

[He hides his face against his knees, curling up tighter. Vita's seen him cry before, of course, but this feels more like a failure than any of those times.]

I want to forget we're here, and... and you're... you're clean and I'm disgusting, but... I don't want to leave you alone even for five minutes right now.