Ah, that's what he meant. In that case, Mondo can relate. All those terrible memories just replay in his head like nobody's business ever since, so it's not really-- "I feel ya." Goddammit! He didn't want to say that aloud! What the hell's wrong with him today? The urge to knock himself out is rising, hand already balling to a fist.

But what the other dude said releases the tension on his palm, and on his shoulders.

"What, you too?" This strange urge that they're both feeling... can't be just a coincidence, then. "You think it's the event fucking with us?"