*No matter how many times it happens, the fog to his thoughts, the blurred memories, the waking up in a hospital bed, miserably ill and uncertain on how the fuck he even got there? He's never quite gotten used to it. There's a sort of... utter terror that goes with it that he can't shake. Not that Malba's going to exactly confess to that much, anyway.*
Kailas... remember, yeah... I, h-heh. Yeah. *he whispers, clutching a little tighter to that hand, struggling to at least find the man's familiar gaze through the fog.*