Because of his constitution, Mares did not need to sleep to rest, and even when he slept he would rarely go so deep as to wake up disoriented. That means that, on the rare occasions in which he does wake up like that, the silver-eyed is more disoriented than usual.
"Where am I?"
And that was the state he woke up to after going temporarily insane because of that painting.
It took a few moments for the silver-eyed to make sense of his surroundings.
'Es, what happened? My head is a mess.'
Mares felt like he had the worst hangover in the galaxy. His memories of the last events were all over the place.
All he could remember was getting ready to see the replica of the painting. Everything else from that moment forward was under a fog.
'It's ok now dear. You had a relapse and went out of control, but no one got hurt. Toumei helped you release your rage and I managed to help you too.'
