[... Okay. What the fuck. The voice she's used to hearing from him is low, of course, but... changes in intonation and feeling as he speaks, distorted like that of Cerealis or The Body, but much warmer than they could ever sound.

This isn't that voice. This is the voice of a weak man who's scared of what's happening... none of the strength she's used to hearing from the Marionette.]

I'm not gonna look away just because you tell me to, moron. You know I can handle whatever you're hiding!
Just let me see, already.

[Can she try to pull one of those hands away? Because something's apparently wrong with his... faceless region, and it's upsetting him.
Which means it's upsetting her.]