I feel-- [ It's hard to say while he's still feeling it. He tries, indiscriminate: ] --like cutting, without the--end without the end. Like a papercut, but it's deep and it doesn't end. Like--cumming--but I can't--but I can't--sorry, it feels like it, and I can't-- 

[ He'd squirm if he could squirm. He'd stop if he could stop it. It hurts. it sings, and god, Harlan is listening. ] I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.