It was true, Orion was still very much able to hear Odin, it was just that he was a bit preoccupied. He'd tried to muster up the strength of force within his own mind, trying to wrench himself out of the grasp of whatever it was that held him in place, stuck looking into the dizzying lights. The muscles in his jaw and neck stood out against his skin as he continued to grit his teeth, regaining control by fractions. Whatever it was that held him, it was powerful and he was having to give it everything he had to even loosen that metaphysical grip. Odin's attempt to rip the mirror out of Orion's hand was met with resistance, but it did help shift his focus a little bit more away from the reading and back to a reality that didn't hurt as severely. The shouting of his name helped, too, and Orion could feel himself begin to win this battle of epic proportions.
It wasn't until and a familiar female voice sounded close to him that Orion felt like he was on the winning edge of the struggle. The low, melodic sound of Brenda's voice -- it had to be her, her voice was unmistakable -- definitely helped shift his attention further. Her touch at his hand grounded him further, and it felt like an agonizingly long stretch of time before he was able to pull away from the thing that had trapped him. How long did it take? Orion wasn't too sure, but it seemed like an age before he came slowly back to himself, crawling back into his being with every ounce of strength he had left, a low, urgent sound of pain accompanying his struggle the whole time. Without thinking, he flung the hand that held the mirror as he felt the strength leave his body. Collapsing down onto his knees on the ground, Orion squeezed his eyes shut against that terrifying light.
Orion stayed like that for several moments before he got up enough courage to look up at Brenda, to thank her for her intervention. As soon as he opened his eyes, all the colors spilled into each other, dancing in a dizzying spiral pattern that never stayed still. Brenda's face was a wash of blues and greens, followed by a sickly yellow that made the angel sure that he may vomit. "Oh my--" Without thinking of his injured hand, Orion nearly slapped his face in the force of attempting to cover his eyes, to block the shifting colors out. "I can't look, I'm sorry. Too many colors. Oh God, what is this?" Sure, Orion felt like he was raving like a madman, but that's all he could manage to get out before he was hit by the sheer panic of someone who'd just overcome one brand of evil to be plunged into another. And yet, there still wasn't anything completely demonic or evil or dark about the whole thing, which was the most disturbing part of all. "Odin?" Brenda was close by, she'd be able to help. "Brenda..." He was so not in a frame of mind to pull any conclusive thought together, however, and so he just shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut tighter.