"It did help that she wanted to come." He pointed that out softly, though I realized that it likely did not help his current scolding. Breathing in slowly, he glanced around and in the end simply slid down to sit on the floor and rest his head back on the bookshelves behind him. Sometimes he felt human... in a way, he liked that.

Smiling just a little, he tipped his head back to look up at the other. "I would not say 'batshit', Owen. Not... to you." Perhaps in his point of view, yes. "I will have to open doors into different worlds so you might fix some things that should not have happened. But it will look calm here."

"It's easier if I can be in the world I am manipulating... but there are many I feel having problems. And if I must watch many at once, I know that I will be drained. And when that happens." His eyes went out of focus slightly. "It's like cracks in the glue that seal a piece of glass in place. Things tend to... leak through." And it would be his fault. Because he was not strong enough. Not anymore.