[ Several months within contact of the Plane, and several months doing his best to feel indifferent towards people he has met -- people he sees as comrades, as friends even, and as family -- is taking its toll. It is against his nature to be indifferent, but it is a necessity: his friends don't need the problems his reality has.

Back home, he has been finding himself experiencing migraines and unpleasant dreams. Though today, he blames the sudden sprouting of ram horns on his head for his headache and the soreness he feels about his neck and shoulders. The throb in his head is such that trying to get back home is a literal pain (and he might just figure out that it's currently impossible), and the thought of flicking to a more comfortable place is too troublesome. Besides, the fallen leaves and the grass on the forest floor can be comfortable too...

With a groan, he digs the heels of his palm against closed eyes as he lies on his back and says to no one in particular through his teeth -- ]

I did not agree to this experiment, damn it! It's not even funny.


(( OOC: Yup! Someone's being punked by the Plane! Have at 'im! :Db ))