[V doesn't come closer.

(what is it doing to him? what's it doing to IV?)

He stumbles back, away from the slime, and the crest on his forehead lights.

(he searches the room for the source of the stuff but it all floods in at once, it's everywhere, its mind comes from everywhere)

(but maybe he's just...just distracted, by)

(by the way IV sounds, by that moan, by...)]

IV. Where is it?

[His voice is tight in his throat.

(ｄｏｎ’ｔ　ｔｅｌｌ　ｈｉｍ, says the voice in IV's mind, ｂｒｉｎｇ　ｈｉｍ　ｉｎ)]