[Richtofen backs his head away in an attempt to keep the knife from cutting into his neck, bumping his head against the floor again as a result. Then he bucks up with his hips and legs in an attempt to dislodge Hallelujah.]

Who the hell are you talking to?! Didn't anybody tell you that I am the only one who is allowed to speak to voices that nobody else can hear?

[He grips Hallelujah's wrist as tightly as he can while he thrashes under him. Were Hallelujah a normal person, his grip would be painful, maybe even bruising. Richtofen is smiling, blood streaking his face and staining his teeth red, and his cheeks are twitching as if it's a struggle to keep that smile on his face. There's something off about his whole expression, as if he's just smiling because he wants to prove to himself that he still can.]