"What's wrong with me?" he hisses, standing several feet from the table, his hands trembling. The rest of what she says barely even registers because now he understands. Not entirely, it doesn't all make sense, he can't work out the details of what exactly is happening and why, but he understands. Whoever this is, it isn't Raleigh. Or it's part of her and the rest has been taken away or restrained somehow. This woman, the one who fired Amber, the one who barely seems to know how to smile anymore, the one who's generally been treating Joel like he's some random stranger she's paying to do a job for her, this is not Raleigh.

"What's wrong with me?" he says again, his voice rising slightly, and he knows this isn't the best way to deal with any of this, but he remembers what it had been like. The demon chipping away at him bit by bit, taking over, gaining more and more control as time went on. "Raleigh, what's wrong with you? Your aura... it... w-what happened? W-what's been going on? You haven't said anything. It's all wrong. Nothing looks right, your aura is all wrong." He's panicking now, he has no idea what to do, what to say, his words start to run into one another and he's stuttering, stammering in the way he does when he's nervous or afraid.

Because right now, he's terrified. Something is happening to her and it's either too far gone for there to be anything left of her or she genuinely doesn't know.