[ Sometimes, in midst of his confusion on what to do in this kind of situation, Mondo wonders just how much tears Ishimaru can produce in a day. He can never get used to this, not even after seeing this a number of times now. ]

That's... probably it, yeah. I thought maybe if I talk to you it'll help some, uh, y'know... [ Vague gestures. Relying on friends and shit like that. He feels pretty lame just thinking about it ー he's supposed to be able to handle things on his own! But it's actually helping. It is taking away quite a bit of stress from him, as much as he hates to admit. ] But there's still no guarantee I won't do that again.

[ He falls silent for some time, gripping tighter above his knees. If it's beyond his control, surely there needs to be an external help. Something to stop him completely from bursting in anger, not just a temporary fix. If there's a way, he wants to do it, even if it takes time. ]

You know anyone who knows about these stuff? Like, I dunno, uh. Controlling... emotions? You think I might be... crazy or somethin'?