[He doesn't really hear Vigil's words. The pressure is still there and it actually succeeds in alarming him. He'd collapse to his knees if he could, but he's being held up by the three limbs that remain attached to the wall, even the ceiling. He can only hunch in on himself, his hands still on his throat. The tentacle hovering outside the prison cell hastily retracts itself to stick near Otto instead, as if hoping to protect him from the invisible threat.
Oh, he hates this.]
Stop... Stop it...! [The words are intended to be a growl, but with the way he's choking on them, that ferocity is lost.]
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Oh, he hates this.]
Stop... Stop it...! [The words are intended to be a growl, but with the way he's choking on them, that ferocity is lost.]