"What?" Madam Mary blurted out in shock. She just came to know of his identity and now his identity had changed to something else.
"No," Atika Light held Madam Mary, "Be patient."
Jyorta closed his eyes once again, taking in deep breaths for a couple of minutes before he opened his eyes, his expression tired. His voice was hoarse, tinged with a sense of fear, "I feel like I might go mad any second. The second I close my eyes, I imagine myself as a Crust-Mantle, watching 'me' kill me. It repeats over and over again. When I walk, a lapse in concentration would make me hallucinate myself as a Crust-Mantle hatchling that is running across a seashore."
"They are continuously playing over in my head and making me view myself as an enemy." Tears streamed out his eyes, "I am trying my best to control them, but I am still far from recovery. Until then, I am scared of meeting others."
