"Sensory overload would be the best term for it, wouldn't it? The Kin insists I be without my cage when I am in his presence, and the world is a horrific swirl of input! Awareness that I am made of blood and bile and loathsome series of tubes and sacs, all framed in a cage of bone and flesh." His face is one of a man deeply disgusted as he drones this grim description of owning a body.

Micolash leans closer again, his cage not colliding this time, but the intensity of his eyes is a force unto itself. Every word spoken next is said with dire conviction and existential dread.

"I can. Feel. This BODY. DYING while my. Mind. SCREAMS. To ESCAPE."

The frightening gravity of this moment, however, is interrupted soon enough. The following brittle silence is broken by the gurgling of a nearby stomach.

Micolash finally blinks for the first time in minutes. "...Was that yours or mine."