"...Something was affecting our minds," Noa notes dully, though his wide eyes speak of something else. "...That didn't work though...so they tried a golem..."

That was the something else. One of the penguins is presently trying to offer some vague comfort, patting at the boy's shoulder- he seems quite unaware of the motion however, or even of most of reality, just staring forward as he breathes in and out. Count to five, in, count to five, out...

This is supposed to work why isn't it working.