If there's one thing that seems to snap him out of it... Sure, it's the grip tightening around his arms, pressure slowly but surely piercing through the fog in his head, but it's the way Gen's breath starts to pick up. A little more clarity shows in his eyes, and Ciro reaches up, gripping one of his wrists.

"Gen? What's wrong?" He tries to get up to his feet, tries to get his brother up with him. "Do you need water, or something?"