Thomas watches Guy-Man scrutinize his own reflection. Mesmerized, he pulls at his face, stretching his skin. Thomas can’t blame him. He’s fascinated by their appearances too. It’s quite outlandish. Everything is outlandish.
The world appears both closer and farther away than before. Although he exists exactly like he used to, it’s different. Movements. Sensations. Like the slowly growing pressure behind his forehead. Or how his tongue lies oddly in his mouth - heavy, parched. Is this what… thirst feels like?
Guy-Man twists his face into something ridiculous. Thomas unwittingly barks out a laughter, before pressing a shocked hand to his mouth.