“Ain’t that the same for your mask?” Shinjiro reached up to try to take his off again - it wouldn’t budge. He growled. “It’s stuck, and it’s been stuck. But I bet that’s also th’ same for you.”

He forced himself to take some deep breaths. This wasn’t like him. But knowing it wasn’t like him did make him angrier, so he tried not to focus on that. Shinjiro tried to think on something he could keep his mind on without making him angry -

- if he didn’t keep his temper, he might unintentionally hurt this little girl. Especially if Castor lost control.

He took another deep breath. In, and out. Did his best to beat back the rage - the storm lessened around his head.

“D’you know how to get rid of these?”