[There's a soft gasp — and then a rough jerk of his head forward, body jackknifing; whatever is happening, there's little doubt it's a struggle; he clutches his head, grits his teeth, bright against the blood still congealing on his upper lip. A sound of pain wrangles free from his lips, eyes looking up to Kovacs imploringly.]
T.K., I can't... I can't control myself. I don't know what's happening.
I'm just — I'm not myself... I can't control it.
[Desperation floods his words as they tremble; as he begs:]
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Like you'd know—gh!
[There's a soft gasp — and then a rough jerk of his head forward, body jackknifing; whatever is happening, there's little doubt it's a struggle; he clutches his head, grits his teeth, bright against the blood still congealing on his upper lip. A sound of pain wrangles free from his lips, eyes looking up to Kovacs imploringly.]
T.K., I can't... I can't control myself. I don't know what's happening.
I'm just — I'm not myself... I can't control it.
[Desperation floods his words as they tremble; as he begs:]
Please, help me. You've always helped me.