There's a hysterical bubble of laughter from within the tendrils as the ones nearest Hyoubu start shifting to take the form of hands with sharp nails.

All my fault. It's all my fault.

And then the laughing fills the air, laughing and laughing as if it could somehow stave off the tears.

I can't help it because you're beautiful when you smile.

N...g...m...sa

D-Don't look at me like that, you idiot Ichi.

Naga-

A dark hand wraps itself around Hyoubu's leg and yanks.