Panic isn't new. Panic is an emotion, even, real and sharp and gone after a heartbeat.

"--real ones."

He needs to hear real things. They keep telling him that. And when he forgets, when he thinks Make Believe is real, they take away charcoal. They take away sitting with other people. He stares holes into his wall and can barely think for the daze the drugs set him in.

"Only-- allowed real ones."