She ran mad, they whispered.
But Kami did not run mad. Nor was she possessed by demons.
She drowned out the lecturer with hair-raising (ironic) shrieks, as she pulled out chunks of braid from her scalp (see?).
Quite a feat considering their freshness.
All because Kato stole the words her mouth started to form out loud from her once-sharp, now-exhausted mind. Asiimwe was kinder. He waited for her lips to stop moving before forcing his way.
The lecturer was cruellest. He smiled sinisterly, giving Kami his back as she floundered to her descent. Somewhere akin to madness.