"I don't know, I figured I could try and-- wait, what? What Frenzy stuff?" He blinks, confused. "I don't want any of that. Do I? Do you think that would help make people listen to me? I suppose I could try it." Whatever it is. It doesn't sound too great, but who knows.

His thoughts jump. That's for others, this is now. He needs to hold this guy's attention. If he doesn't, he's sure he'll cave in on himself or something to that nature.

"So it's like a butter knife, huh? Weird to carry around. But I'm sure there's something real around here somewhere. It's Hell, right?" His voice cracks again, a high strained laugh following.