[oh god.

He doesn't want to, he has to keep talking, has to convince IV somehow that what he's doing is insane, is wrong--

But he can feel that tendril tight around his throat and the others pressing on his body and he doesn't know what his brother is capable of when his mind is so warped.

(and besides, that voice is--)

(no, he can't think that way)]

IV...

[He lets his mouth fall open after the word, just a fraction.]