Loki's voice is muffled by the whooshwhooshwhoosh in his head. He thinks maybe it's the sound of his own heart beat, but it's in rhythm with the throbbing ache in his head.

It takes Sebastian a moment to realize he's on his hands and knees. Another moment to feel the pain where he landed against the cobblestone. But it's nothing compared to the all consuming terror, the thousands of white hot needles, being burned from the inside, the stench of rot and decay, the suffocating and crippling torture of being trapped by a Nightmare. His stomach turns at the memory and his arms shake violently with the effort to not lay down right where he is and feel the cool stone against his cheek.

Sebastian squeezes his eyes shut, focuses on moving, slowly, sluggishly trying to get to his feet.

"I'm...f-fine."

The words come out raw and dry and he realizes the screaming in his head had been his own.