At some point, Kairos no longer thought of himself going down a pathway filled with poisonous daggers. Instead, he began to see everything as a set of patterns and conditions. If he felt pain, he would retract his body. If he felt the bag get caught by the dagger, he would pull a bit faster.
Kairos kept his arm close to his side so that he wouldn't trigger daggers that were far away, thus avoiding a situation where he couldn't pull his bag in time.
It was almost like he had become a machine.
Move now.
Stop then.
Speed up soon.
Kairos wasn't truly thinking anymore. Other than thoughts of performing the task before him, all other thoughts avoided him.
It was to the point that when he felt that the daggers had stopped coming for him, he was confused. Kairos continued to try to move like he did before, but there was no feedback. Eventually, he snapped out of his stupor and opened his eyes.
He was in another room.
