[Ah, this is a familiar sensation. The feeling off too much power for your body, consuming you entirely. G'raha's first thought is that he's turning into a sin eater, that the Light is going to force him into a mindless beast, because he's seen that happen so many times, he nearly saw the Warrior himself fall to that surplus of aether— or perhaps it's dynamis, turning his emotions against him, weighing him down heavily.
He gasps, hand to his chest. It's through sheer willpower that he doesn't collapse to his knees, knowing that panic won't help him and logic telling him that no, both of those are impossibility, this man is not from a world he knows, things do not work that way. He is not being transformed, he will not completely lose control of himself. But the fear lingers, the visions of the destroyed buildings linger in his mind.]
This is...
[He can't finish the sentence, could barely string those two words together, his eyes screwing shut as his ears pin back against his skull.]
no subject
He gasps, hand to his chest. It's through sheer willpower that he doesn't collapse to his knees, knowing that panic won't help him and logic telling him that no, both of those are impossibility, this man is not from a world he knows, things do not work that way. He is not being transformed, he will not completely lose control of himself. But the fear lingers, the visions of the destroyed buildings linger in his mind.]
This is...
[He can't finish the sentence, could barely string those two words together, his eyes screwing shut as his ears pin back against his skull.]