There's deep fresh and old crescent moon shaped cuts and scars on Joshua's hands. Easy to see how they got there when he grips his left hand with his right and digs his nails into the flesh of his hand. The pain brings all the fuzzy edges into a bit more focus.

This is Real.

Which means...his green eyes widen ever so slightly. He can't tell Isidor. If he tells her she'll never want to speak to him again. He's a monster. He's a killer. It's all his fault and she should never let him near Viatorus. Or anyone else. But he likes Isidor too. She's one of his friends. The guilt and shame twist his stomach into knots.

"I...Iiii didn't mean to. I sssswear."