[And then he just laughs, because everything's constricting him. The barrier around him, the tendrils of dark matter and the panic in his chest. The edges of his vision are greying.] I don't want to be like this.
[Losing the balance, again. But read into that as deeply as you'd like. Because right about now he'll just start screaming, from pain or the transition as those tendrils go wild around him and envelop him entirely.]