You're actually listening to me. (there's no question here, only bitter disbelief. both his shadow and his original mind speak with genuine surprise at sasuke's willingness to hear them out—a painful first.

it's why there's no resistance in the way jonas rises with sasuke. despite being unable to help in the mobility department, as shaky as he finds himself, this doesn't seem to pose a problem; even one arm is enough to haul jonas off of the ground. he can't even muster up an indignant squawk at being treated so roughly. this is the lesser of two evils between being thrown around and being possessed again by someone—something—spiteful.

he holds on for dear life to the fabric over the small of sasuke's back.)

My place is right up the next street. We could wait them out there, or—I-I don't know! It's the shack with the smiley face!

(thankfully, the ghost has difficulty catching up to the powerful jump. jonas watches as it corkscrews higher over the harbour's buildings, joined by the spirit of another hierarchy member. he recognizes their faces as the heads he'd risen to after the headless horseman had his way with them, and the rest of the colour drains from his face.

their elongated mouths fall open, hair-raising cries delayed in their joint pursuit. his hold on sasuke turns into a twisting fist, harmlessly knocking at his spine.)

Oh, Jesus. Oh, god, I'm—I can't do this again...!