His head was untouched. He looked up at us, and he looked harrowed. The look in his eyes was more animal than person, his pupils mere pinpoints in his brown eyes.
Oh boy, they may have driven him to insanity, at least somewhat.
Tiny beads of sweat dotted the skin of his face, no doubt due to the warmth of the room, but he was shivering.
“Oh.” My voice was a croak. “Brian.”
Ribbit.
I took a step forward, and he seized up, his entire body twisting, his hands clenching, eyes wrenching shut.
“Get back!” Tattletale gripped me by the shoulder and forced me out of the freezer.
I’m sorry, Taylor.
This is no longer the Brian you once knew.
“I- what?” I was having trouble processing. “Trap?”
Tattletale had a dark look in her eyes. “No. Look closer at the walls and floor.”
…bits of brain?
Numbly, I did as she’d asked. They looked like hairline cracks, spiderwebbing across everything from the walls to the shelving and even the ceramic cases that Mannequin had set up. Except they were raised, over the surfaces. “Veins?”
…he is one with the room.
The room is Brian.
“Exposed nerves. Artificially grown, connecting from him to the rest of the room.”
I wonder, if Regent hadn’t been preoccupied with controlling Shatterbird, would he have been able to sense this?
I stared up at Brian, and he stared back at me.
There was no way to help him. I couldn’t even get inside the room to try to comfort him in the smallest ways, not without causing him unbearable pain in the process.
Well, this is quite the fate. 
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