Kieran's breathing hastens as Carlisle works, the paradoxical mix of burning and relief clashing in a disorienting display of contradiction. He has no idea how to process this weird voodoo though any means other than constantly repeating some mantra of 'it hurts, but it's going to make me better, so deal with it' in his mind, so that's what he does, even as he has to continue sucking in air through clenched teeth and distressed grunts. Oddly enough, the worst of it is when his eyes start coming back. He can feel them, building and filling and itching and burning and despite that excruciating agony from Colm's unique brand of torture, Kieran finds himself fighting the urge to reach up and claw them out again just to stop that uneasy process.
Then, there are the sounds. They're almost as bad as that physical sensation of expedited healing, and Kieran can't help but cringe as they (sometimes literally) pop up. But they don't stop with the stitching and rebuilding of flesh. Somewhere outside of his body comes the occasional groan, then stomping, then falling, then the atmosphere changes entirely and it feels like the chaos is back.
"W-What's happening?!"
Reassurances aside, Kieran can feel himself moving again and pieces together that Ben is dragging him somewhere different--somewhere away from a new sense of danger. He wriggles weakly in his friend's grasp, adrenaline fueling is every movement now that his strength is all but completely sapped away. There's nothing there to filter out his actions or his thoughts, and they make themselves known in every possible way now that there's no inhibition.
"Is he alright? D-Did somethin' happen to him? H-He didn't finish... I-I can't see. I still can't see!"
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Then, there are the sounds. They're almost as bad as that physical sensation of expedited healing, and Kieran can't help but cringe as they (sometimes literally) pop up. But they don't stop with the stitching and rebuilding of flesh. Somewhere outside of his body comes the occasional groan, then stomping, then falling, then the atmosphere changes entirely and it feels like the chaos is back.
"W-What's happening?!"
Reassurances aside, Kieran can feel himself moving again and pieces together that Ben is dragging him somewhere different--somewhere away from a new sense of danger. He wriggles weakly in his friend's grasp, adrenaline fueling is every movement now that his strength is all but completely sapped away. There's nothing there to filter out his actions or his thoughts, and they make themselves known in every possible way now that there's no inhibition.
"Is he alright? D-Did somethin' happen to him? H-He didn't finish... I-I can't see. I still can't see!"