Shouta steadfastly tried to ignore the hallucination, as he took several deep breaths. His heart was hammering wildly in his chest, and he didn't dare to look at him. He ran his hands through his scalp as he heard him ask who he, Shouta, was.
His voice sounded different, more adult. As if the hallucination was his age. "Well, no visible injuries" he muttered to himself. His mobility was normal, even though he was sore.
He thought back to the appearance when he had looked, and considered what he had seen. He didn't look like his memory of Oboro.
After a pause, he looked again. "I am Eraserhead. Who are you?"
His voice sounded like it was on the verge of breaking. Why was he talking to the hallucination?, he asked himself. Well, maybe if he did, it would end.
Or maybe he just couldn't ignore it.