210 Hypocrite, And a Piggyback

"Child Killer!" His emotional disturbance spiked, the sound resounding in his ears becoming louder. As every second passed, the sound decreased in magnitude, thanks to his false persona taking effect. His breathing was laboured, the shouts of Haesha falling on deaf ears.

A pale blue psychic arm seeped into him, quickly clearing his mind. Madam Rizenne's voice resounded in his ears, "Face your trauma and overcome your fears. What you faced back then, your current self can easily survive something like that."

"Yes," Jyorta nodded, his mind now calm. He then gazed at Haesha, "Thank you. Sorry to make you see such an embarrassing scene."

"Are you feeling okay now?" Haesha inquired with concern, watching the pale blue psychic arm exit his body. She then noticed Madam Rizenne nod once at her, indicating that things were under control.