"I don't remember it fully, to be honest," he says gently. "Just bits and pieces. I remember opening his book, and- turning to Parker. But everything else is... lost, a-a blur. I didn't remember anything at all afterwards, not right away. The cost of John possessing me was too much for my mind, it's- why he had to stay in my eyes, because to possess more of me risked burning my body out entirely, destroying his anchor to the human realm."

He lifts a hand to brush his hair back a little, idly fiddling with the pomade waves. "I've been... harassed, by other creatures. Ones that have gotten into my mind - even the King in Yellow, trying to steer me into madness, using my own memories against me. When you lose touch with reality, with your own senses... it's a unique kind of horrifying. One that most people are lucky not to have to encounter."