He doesn't answer, and Terezi doesn't understand why not. He doesn't smell angry. He doesn't smell anything. He just stands there like the world could pass him by and he wouldn't care. He wouldn't blink or move. It's almost robotic.

It's not like him at all. Something must have happened, they must have done something to him for him to come to this. And as she's wracking her brain for an answer, one finally comes to her. It's horrific and terrible and unfair, and... The horror is already building inside of her as she fixes her attention up at his face. She doesn't want to ask, but...she has to know.

"Can you...open your mouth for me?"