She walked closer to him and took a look, her brows furrowing in concern. She wanted to ask what they had done, but she didn’t want to force him to dwell on the torture. “Maybe,” was all she said, dropping back again.Take furrowed his brows, confusion in his eyes when he looked down at his trembling, twitching hands. It was like he was suffering from side effects of a drug or had a mental illness. He observed them, turning them to look at them at both sides. “No, they’re probably... still messed up from the torture? I don’t know, it could’ve jacked up my nerves or something.” was his attempt to explain what was wrong, but he tried not to focus on them too much and returned his attention to trying to listen for voices. If I had a nose like Blair’s I could definitely sniff them out no sweat.