There was a time the earth would clap and crack under his feet. The tide would roll at his command. He was frightening to anyone who dared to even look at him. Now was the time to remember that as the pain ripped through his body. His hand gripped one chair handle nearly crushing it. His voice was a choked scream, muffled only by his teeth as they clamped onto the pencils. It was better those too than his tongue as they cracked in his mouth from the pressure. The smell was horrible, he could feel the bile reach his throat but at least now she wasn't a blur.