Everything is chaos, there's so much screaming and even worse is the incredibly unsettling squish of tentacles meeting a creature that's mostly gooshy muscles and sinews. It doesn't seem like Carlisle is listening to him, or even that he knows that Pratt is there, with his hands pressed into his eyes there's not a lot that Pratt can do to force him to react short of grabbing him and shaking him.

And Pratt isn't eager to injure his other hand as well.

While he's frozen with indecision for how to fix this mess of a situation, everything else freezes too. The creature stops moving, the tentacles aren't bashing anything and there's an eerie quiet where all Pratt can hear is Kieran's breathing and...

Breathing.

That's a thing that Pratt had been doing just fine without any conscious effort but suddenly he realizes he isn't anymore. There's the brief bubbling up of panic before it passes and Pratt falls to the side gasping for air.

"What the fuck?" Which is as close to an answer as Ben is going to get right now.