[ There is for a moment just a searing, white-hot burn. It doesn't even hurt. For one agonizingly long fraction of a second.
And then there is, as he brushes an Innocence-gloved hand across his face in brief confusion, pain. Burning, turn yourself inside-out, molten pain. Can't see, can't feel, can't hear yourself think, the world is gone and the only thing still real is pain.
So much so that he's instantly dropped to his knees, clutching at his head with his human hand, dug his claws into the ground so hard it would almost hurt him if he was even aware, and completely blind to everything but that.
He's screaming like his heart's being pulled out his throat but he doesn't even realize it. ]
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And then there is, as he brushes an Innocence-gloved hand across his face in brief confusion, pain. Burning, turn yourself inside-out, molten pain. Can't see, can't feel, can't hear yourself think, the world is gone and the only thing still real is pain.
So much so that he's instantly dropped to his knees, clutching at his head with his human hand, dug his claws into the ground so hard it would almost hurt him if he was even aware, and completely blind to everything but that.
He's screaming like his heart's being pulled out his throat but he doesn't even realize it. ]