As the sword bites into the creature's neck, ending its unhappy existence, Kane sways on his feet, briefly overcome by a vision--a strong psychic impression of the person who became the poor mindless creature before him.
[sblock=Kane]You start out of a troubled sleep, to find that the screaming in your dream was real. As you crawl out of your shelter, one of your companions falls to the ground with a gash in his chest. In the darkness, you get only vague impression of the faces of the attackers--are they even human?--before your husband grabs your hand and tells you to run.
You run into the jungle with him and his brother. The attackers follow, gaining on you, for they are used to the jungle, and to running, as you are not. Suddenly you trip over a large tree root, tearing your dress. Lying on the ground, you feel the root shift and writhe under your legs. The sounds of pursuit abruptly cease, and the air becomes choked with some evil-smelling stuff that covers your face, your hair, your neck. You are sick and dazed. You lose consciousness.
It is later on, and you are moving back the way you came. You can no longer think. You can no longer feel. All you know is that what you ran towards is worse, far worse, than what you ran away from. Your mind slips away into darkness.
The vision abruptly ends, and you are yourself again.[/sblock]