His thought processes stopped immediately, as if someone had stuck a lead pipe in the gears of a machine. He squinted slightly at Rafe as he felt the presence of his sword again. He had not felt it since yesterday... which meant...
It was that time again...
Slowly but surely, his vision was dyed red and his right eye became red. As he stared at Rafe, his mind was clear... he could hear his intuition in his head.
He slowly pulled the sword from his side and pointed it at Rafe's chest, as he had done to Psyche before. Once again, he sliced from the upper right side of her chest to just above her lower abdomen, and spoke with words that did not feel like his own:
"You are not okay, Rafe. You were not having a simple brain fart."
Just as before, his sight then returned to normal. His mental processes continued as he stared at the sight in front of him. The gleaming sword's glow died down as he began to get his bearings again.
It happened again... I had to cut down another lie...