He doesn't feel safe. He feels anything but safe and he feels too much, feels everything at once, and it pounds right through his skull. He shakes his head violently, although less in response to Carolina than to the raging storm inside his head.

But there's that voice again. The voice that's almost as familiar as his own. A voice that shouldn't be separate and he doesn't know why, can't wrap his head around it. He stares at him, a small frown creasing between his eyes. "Epsilon?" he asks, uncertain and half convinced that he's hallucinating. His gaze is still unfocussed and confused. "They said they took you away."