So many of them?! Norman recoils a bit in disgust and anger. Even as Harry admits to his sorry state, aroused and dying and wrecked, Norman's mind is beginning to spiral, hard and fast.

I'd thought it would just be one. ONE! And that killing him could make it go away ... but now he's just going to die ... and even if one does go ... there's so many more ... how many times would I have to - to - no one is SAFE with him around! This lunatic, this - this -

"Monster."

Norman snarls, but as he lunges forward and swipes out with his claws to slash Harry's throat open, he's lost in his own mind, his own hatred and pain. He's lashing out at a mirror, a large pierglass twice the size of a door, and there are as many reflections of himself as the voices Harry's named. He's hoping to shatter every single one, just as surely as he obliterated the Goblin. To end it, so he doesn't have to be reminded that any of it happened at all. To free Harry, and in doing so, free himself.

To his great dismay, only one of them gushes blood and drops to the ground.