[when she feels that distress start to bubble up, jiuqing reaches up into her hair to tug her hairpin out. it's made of metal, with forget-me-nots dangling down from one end of it, but at the center of the largest one is an amber stone. she presses it into his hand, and he'll immediately feel a wave of calm wash over him.]

...it was like that for me last week, too. I couldn't remember who I was, and... at a certain point, all I knew was that I had to kill the people I was with. I nearly succeeded.

[...]

So believe me when I say that I understand. ...but that's not you, Kazunari. [no "sir miyoshi" this time] It's this place, trying to affect you, but it's not you.