Audio blinked, wondering if he'd helped at all. Probably not. He rubbed his pants, gasping as his hand ran across the cut. He pulled the leg of his pants up, staring at the cut and frowning. It wasn't too bad, but enough to make him say 'ouch'. He rubbed the cut slowly, feeling the crimson droplets over his fingers. Blood always had a way of embracing him into curiosity. It was sticky, yet fluid-like, and warm, yet felt so cold... It was a mystery.
He wiped the droplets on his pants, not minding if they became dirty. He pulled down the leg of his jeans, hoping no one else had noticed. The last thing he needed was more eyes on him. He wanted to cry, but held the tears back. Nothing was working for him. He was trapped in this anti-reality world, not knowing what was going to happen to them.
He jumped when Elie spoke to him. He read her lips, tilting his head to the side in slight confusion. He knew both japanese and english. It was strange for him to speak, since he spoke both languages. He understood both of them, but sometimes - Without meaning to - he spoke english when he wanted to speak japanese, and vice versa.
Deciding not to confuse her, he nodded. He blinked, slightly puzzled by her question, and even more by how intently her eyes seemed on something. He cupped his hand over his nose, sneezing. He blinked. It wasn't a dream... You can't sneeze in dreams! ... Can you? He shook his head, it'd be better if he just stopped thinking. He was getting a headache. He kept his eyes on her, still blinking in great confusion.