Kurloz flinched back as the girl forced the worms into Rhys. His hands clenched tight into white-knuckled fists as he continued to watch the horrors unfold, dusky skin pale and indigo eyes wide open. The multitudes of voices were bad enough, but then the sight before him was worse. He had to keep reminding himself that he couldn't change this, he couldn't stop this from happening.

As Rhys took his shirt off and the distorted flesh was revealed, Kurloz bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, stifling the whimper that wanted to come out. This was too much like that one nightmare where his 'evil twin' had been crawling impossibly under his skin, ending with a bloody hand shooting out of his chest.