[It's difficult to have a mental break and hold a conversation at the same time--and since his focus has centered on trying to warn Sora, slowly but surely, he's running out of panicked energy. He chews on his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, and looks around; he doesn't like this, but if he's going to linger near Sora long enough to explain, then they might as well move.

Abruptly, he reaches out and grabs Sora's wrist, dragging him off towards the trucks. (For murder!) He's got surprising grip strength--clearly he's not quite as weak as he looks.]

I don't want you to know its name. [His voice is still unsteady, but he's breathing well enough to talk.] If you know it, you might say it. [And also they might both get arrested just for talking about this but that's the least of his worries right now.] It's--shut up--sorry--wait, have you even heard of Chains?

[There's a lot happening here. It's fine.]