...The high dose truth potion is very weird. He - can't seem to think about what he wants right now. Not that he was very successfully doing that before, but it's a different flavor of it now. Before it felt like there just wasn't space for it, in between the terror and the desperate struggle to keep it under control and the fact that he has no idea if he'll survive the next hour. Now it's...as though the concept of wanting doesn't make sense, anymore, it's been flattened out of existence by how tightly bound his mind is to what's true-already-now.
It would be very upsetting if he were able to - access preferences about that, right now. Instead it's just confusing and stressful and makes him feel disoriented.
"No. ...I don't think so? I used magic nearby her to find mals, I was being a lookout for her supply run so she could get cloth. I - walked her to her room after and I checked her room for mals too? It shouldn't've done anything that'd stay. I didn't–"
He stops, because he's confused about something, and now the threads of what's-true are suddenly tangled and this is, for some reason, intensely panic-inducing.
"–that doesn't make sense, if something happened to her on Thursday and you think I did it - how would she - there wasn't a suit of clothes yet! It was just fabric!"