What just happened? Her eyes... they look so fragile and innocent. But when they look at me, I feel... vulnerable. Her eyes stare down my soul. Those eyes are like a knife to my heart. No. Stop it, Alastor. This is just business. 

I grip my head. My breath feels shaky. I gasp in the air. With every breath, my throat feels like it's on fire. What's happening to me? I grip my hands. Am I having a panic attack? Heart Attack? Most likely not a heart attack. Sweat pours down my face.

I grip the wall. My Shadow looks at me in concern. He pulls up a chair. I fall into it. I keep gasping in the air. I grip my head. My hands feel shaky. 

You show weakness. 

No. I'm fine.

I would hate to see the great Radio Demon like this.

Shut up. 

I grip my chest blood comes out of it. I pull my hand away. I wince as it burns.

Don't talk back to me.

Right... sorry. 

Go to dinner but remember our goal.