It's...unlike anything he's ever experienced. His fears were accurate, because he can feel it--like a pressure, like knives starting to dig into his mind, searching and hungry for everything that he is, that he knows--he cries out, for just a second, dropping the bucket--
--but he's still here. His mind is still here.
"Is..." It takes him a second to compose himself, he circles shakily, his deer instincts all over the place. "Is it dead? I'm...I'm okay, I think..."
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It's...unlike anything he's ever experienced. His fears were accurate, because he can feel it--like a pressure, like knives starting to dig into his mind, searching and hungry for everything that he is, that he knows--he cries out, for just a second, dropping the bucket--
--but he's still here. His mind is still here.
"Is..." It takes him a second to compose himself, he circles shakily, his deer instincts all over the place. "Is it dead? I'm...I'm okay, I think..."