[ He'd been a coward during the blood rain. It still stung, knowing he had the potential to have helped so many people, but had instead been paralyzed inside his own mind- to the point of his idiot boyfriend getting volunteered in to a hell tower, while he laid around like a lump. It stung, and it had forced him forward at a run, once things were getting back to normal- running errands, getting groceries, sincerely looking in to apartments and trying to handle the bloodied backlog of laundry. But it hardly felt like enough, so when he turned the corner with his cloth bag of groceries and saw something unfamiliar and unfairly present, Tama didn't even think about how to respond. He just sort of did. ]

It's an illusion. I promise, sir, it's not really happening. [ He wants to fling the grocery bag at the specter to prove it, but- it's just a child, holding a baby at that, and it's also still someone else's impression. It's not right, for him to go around casually destroying what surely came from all too real circumstances. Maybe it's his desire to offer an alternative to the nightmare, the sudden shift around Tama- a rainbow-colored drawing of a fish listlessly drifts behind him, circling towards the stranger before popping like a bubble. Then a jellyfish, an eel- it's not as overwhelming as the bloody nightmare, but he's still wary it might make things worse. He's always been afraid of what he can do, and if it would just make things harder. ] Think of something else, anything else, and it'll lose power over you.