Ybur choked for a moment and softened his tentacles, touching Saraphido's forehead.
"...You're not sick, are you?"
He said in surprise, "We have already left that painted world. You aren't still immersed and affected by it, overwhelmed by despair that you can't control, are you? No, that's not right—could you actually be pretending?"
Saraphido didn't speak, only showing a lifeless expression, completely void of interest.
Ybur sighed and said, "Alright, enough of that. You don't have to act this way. I never really intended to kill you... at least not now."