There's blood dripping down his arms. He hasn't realized yet that he's digging his fingers hard enough to break the skin, hasn't even noticed the pain because he's terrified. Nervous laughter bubbles up out of him, and he can feel his bloodpusher stopping. This is...

This is impossible.

"That'th not your title." His words are highpitched and thready, and interrupted by his laughter. "Not the one I know you by."