"It doesn't end there. I wish it would end there," Konoe growled, his leg kicking the seat. It still hurt from where the person in the dream broke it. He couldn't even remember when he last ate something substantial, though he was desperately wishing the visions were done. "There's just...too many emotions."

And he didn't want to tell Kit about how he was cursed; he already loathed himself for it enough even if the physical marks vanished.