Blackfeather Woods Claustrophobia.

They're my family Maegi, he slurred almost immediately, as if her hostility towards them was unfounded, coming out of the blue, as if they hadn't hurt both of them in so many different ways. If anyone would want them dead it would've been Titmouse — not Mou, that passive little boy, that creature he had become after all of his suffering. The victim. No, he didn't want to be that anymore. He didn't want to hurt anyone either — but it had to stop somewhere. They... They dih this to me, they took his voice in their attempt to take his life. They took his memories, and he'd done nothing to them. Nothing. Evidently, whatever happened after his coma had been washed from his memory — perhaps it never took root in the first place.

The boy was shaking. He was crying and didn't realize it, as that pressure around him became too much. He wept, openly, freely, pathetically, and crumbled like sand until he was just a mess on the ground. His sobs were quiet at first but soon they took him over, and he yowled and stormed and cried until he couldn't anymore, and sat there gasping in the dirt.