I couldn't... think straight. It felt like some pressure was building up in my head, something about compulsory actions...?

[ Well, he remembers what that word means at least. ]

It felt... so straining, like I just had to stab something. Something needed to bleed, and it wasn't going to be you and me, so there was only the bear, but then I got too scared of what would happen if it turned to stone, because it wanted a lot of blood, and I don't want to hurt you or stab myself--

[ It just sounds like mindless rambling now. ]