That hand, picking the paper? It was far too... gaceful to be his, not to mention this strange feeling that he was going to be sick just before his vision got mashed.

And then, the strangest of things happened.
Hearing his own voice and seeing himself from where he was. With that way of calling out, even with -his- voice?

So many thoughts went by that he felt somewhat lightheaded. He stopped himself from speech, because his voice sounding like hers? He gulped a too-large lump and took a step back, unwilling to move even his eyes to acknowledge what he dreaded his current form to be.

He -had- to think rationally...