[ Those sockets open, and Husky gasps as he shoots out of bed and falls onto his floor, curling up into a huddled mess on his floor while he stared at the wall with wide sockets and faint eyelights. His SOUL is pounding, he's sweating, his skull hurts, and he feels WEAK. He doesn't know what just happened, but the words in his head were practically drilled in—repeating over and over like a broken record. He trembles as red tears run down his face, a sudden, sharp pain in his neck causing him to choke.