Something was different this time around. But again, Conrad was failing to realize it. He could see what was happening, could feel it. It hurt, it scared him, just as it did the day before. But those feelings of pain and fear felt so distant. Like someone else was experiencing them and Conrad was simply picking up on it.
His opposite hand reached out, taking Pree's shoulder. He wasn't trying to stop him. Conrad was just attempting to keep himself steady. He was awfully dazed and keeping upright was suddenly quite difficult. But something kept telling him, this is fine, this is fine. So it was.
But it was really difficult to stand up now. Conrad winced. He felt.. cold. A familiar sort of cold. The same cold he'd felt in New York after Sloan had shot him. Still, even now, he didn't try to fight Pree. It just didn't occur to him that struggling was even an option. He just kept slipping, further and further into that cold numbness, until his vision faded to darkness.