[Finally noticing the noise he's making, he all but slams down the bowl, making the spoon clank loudly against the dish and sloshing more soup everywhere. Yet the whole mess seems to go unnoticed as he glances up long enough to take in Hiyori's pale complexion. Yeah. She experienced it, too.

Slowly, he sinks down into his seat, bracing his head against a hand as he struggles to maintain his composure. It was one thing to hear about it from his dad and quite another to experience the event for himself. The former just had him crying, this time, however, he's pissed. Because he knows his damnable father did it solely to fuck with them.]

It's an aftereffect from the kaiju. It makes us, and others, re-experience some of our worst memories. It's been happening to me since coming back...

[At her question, he slowly nods, teeth gritted so tight his jaw starts to hurt. He can guess what she's doing, wiping at her mouth like that. Trying to get the feeling of his dad kissing her off.]

...yeah. I saw. That bastard--! Even now he's tormenting us...