The sensation of Byrakuran's hand inside of him, gently pushing his organs aside and examining them, is utterly alien, and almost makes him feel sick to his stomach-- the stomach that's currently right there, in front of his eyes.
With the removal of the mask, panic begins to settle in anew, creeping slowly over his skin and rising in his chest with each passing moment.
So he's been collected by some... interplanar scientist. The ease with which the incision is repaired doesn't do much to mitigate the horror of the fact that he was just cut open, but it does help at least make him feel as though this guy really doesn't want him dead.
"... what... uh. Can I ask what exactly you're... going to be doing to me then...?" A bit of his typical snarky sing-song tone returns to him as he sobers up, as more time passes between seeing his own guts, the sensation of Byakuran pawing around inside of him, and now. "Like, uh... a-at least a warning would be great..."
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With the removal of the mask, panic begins to settle in anew, creeping slowly over his skin and rising in his chest with each passing moment.
So he's been collected by some... interplanar scientist. The ease with which the incision is repaired doesn't do much to mitigate the horror of the fact that he was just cut open, but it does help at least make him feel as though this guy really doesn't want him dead.
"... what... uh. Can I ask what exactly you're... going to be doing to me then...?" A bit of his typical snarky sing-song tone returns to him as he sobers up, as more time passes between seeing his own guts, the sensation of Byakuran pawing around inside of him, and now. "Like, uh... a-at least a warning would be great..."