It was a strange sensation to feel someone else's will attempting to one's own. However, Kairos was somewhat familiar with it. Though it was only when he started to try and dig through his own memories, that what was happening wasn't exactly as it seemed.
There was no foreign will trying to overtake his mind, but rather another part of his own will that was attempting to take over. One that cared for little more than surviving, regardless of the cost.
It was his instincts, though it had blown up to become far more exaggerated and desperate than normal.
In reality, it wasn't all that different from how Kairos was normally, though nuances could still make large apparent changes. Nuances such as rationality and intelligence. Ones that Kairos was desperately trying to hold onto.
He cried out in pain, though it wasn't a voice that sounded like his own, but rather deep and guttural.
