The further away they get from the feast, the more Dani calms. By the time they actually reach the library, he seems himself again, though he doesn't entirely feel it. He keeps hold of Diarmuid. If he didn't, his hands would be wringing around each other. The urge to do that is quite strong regardless.

When they find the room, though, he moves for one of the tables and sits at it, his nerves still rattling.

"People keep saying not everything here is good. I've never really...seen that before. For myself. But out there, it was like...they all thought it still was good, they thought that was fun and normal. Maybe it ought to be, and I'm the problem. It's probably that."

He's putting his own experience to it. Harmless fun is reminding him of what was neither harmless nor fun.

He looks up at Diarmuid.

"I'm sorry. I've taken you from the feast."