[Toki makes a strangled noise when the knife is pulled out, but the pain is soon gone and it's a nice calming feeling. Only for a moment.]
Yeah, I-
[That's as far as he gets. He's finally moving, but still through no volition of his own. He begins convulsing violently, sliding out of the chair and onto Zhn or the ground. He isn't aware of any of it. The twitching and jerking will continue throughout his entire vision. But this is Toki's memory, and not Adelaide's; so what Rei gets to see overlaid in front of her is what Toki is seeing:
Quickly flickering teal and red, over and over again. He wants to throw up. Then it's black. Nothing. He doesn't know where he is; he can't feeling anything but a primal, instinctual knowledge that something is there with him. In front of him, the blackness parts horizontally. It's an eye, opening. The deep hollowed socket. The bright spirally iris, the red-circled pupil, dripping down like blood. The other one opens after and he's staring at the eyes that haunt his dreams. They don't blink, they don't look away. He can't either. The irises begin to swirl in a hypnotic rhythm. They change from teal to a rainbow of neon hues, shifting fast and frenzied. He's moving closer to them, or they to him. He can't tell. He can't feel anything. The eyes close, but he knows they're still there, watching. Watching all the time.
All thoughts and knowledge that this is a memory and not real are gone. The feelings of dread the vision brings are powerful. It's watching and it's horrible and it's going to kill everyone. As soon as Toki stops convulsing and can function even a little, he's shrieking about it.]
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Yeah, I-
[That's as far as he gets. He's finally moving, but still through no volition of his own. He begins convulsing violently, sliding out of the chair and onto Zhn or the ground. He isn't aware of any of it. The twitching and jerking will continue throughout his entire vision. But this is Toki's memory, and not Adelaide's; so what Rei gets to see overlaid in front of her is what Toki is seeing:
Quickly flickering teal and red, over and over again. He wants to throw up. Then it's black. Nothing. He doesn't know where he is; he can't feeling anything but a primal, instinctual knowledge that something is there with him. In front of him, the blackness parts horizontally. It's an eye, opening. The deep hollowed socket. The bright spirally iris, the red-circled pupil, dripping down like blood. The other one opens after and he's staring at the eyes that haunt his dreams. They don't blink, they don't look away. He can't either. The irises begin to swirl in a hypnotic rhythm. They change from teal to a rainbow of neon hues, shifting fast and frenzied. He's moving closer to them, or they to him. He can't tell. He can't feel anything. The eyes close, but he knows they're still there, watching. Watching all the time.
All thoughts and knowledge that this is a memory and not real are gone. The feelings of dread the vision brings are powerful. It's watching and it's horrible and it's going to kill everyone. As soon as Toki stops convulsing and can function even a little, he's shrieking about it.]
It's watching! It's watching! It's watching!