[His grip tightens on the helmet, though a moment ago he seemed ready to foist it off on Charles. It's both unsettling and comforting, and he doesn't understand why.]
No one can make him go away. [He doesn't say anything more - but he thinks it. The cold metal tables, the tools prying his mouth open, keeping his eyes wide, the gun in Herr Doktor's hand, the ruin he'd left the lab in after he'd seen what that gun had caused.]
[Spam]
No one can make him go away. [He doesn't say anything more - but he thinks it. The cold metal tables, the tools prying his mouth open, keeping his eyes wide, the gun in Herr Doktor's hand, the ruin he'd left the lab in after he'd seen what that gun had caused.]