[Best he can, he shakes his head, lightly.] It's, th-they tried. [With one arm (because he's not letting go of that owl), he clings to Shepard, and he speaks best he can, his heartbeat starting to slow, somehow.] Wouldn't talk to 'em, M-Maya tried, but I just, told her I was...fine.

Principal was gonna send me to a...counselor. [He squeezes his eyes shut and lets the tears fall from them.] B-but I...

[Another sick feeling in his stomach.]

What if nothing can fix it? I'm, just not right.

[Like he told Maya, like his head's not screwed on right, before he decided to break his arm, to keep from playing. What's he even fighting? Something other people fight? It's not just him?]