"He's always in me," whispers Johnny, refusing to make eye contact, squirming back against the wall. He feels crowded and trapped, and he hates the gentility in the Doctor's voice, it's so wrong and confusing, he wants to believe it, that this is a whole different person who isn't going to hurt him, but he can't afford to believe that. He can't afford to trust his perceptions and he learned that long before he ever met Zagreus.