He just wanted it to stop. Anything, to make it stop. The pain from it too real again, even blind he could find them, the marks left from the bindings. He shivered, his body so cold and the heat from the one over him leeching away as life left it. End it, anything to end it. Kevin. She had formed it on her lips but nothing had come out, nothing could with blood gushing from her torn throat. The name died on her lips. Died when he'd ripped his sire's head from his body and disappeared East.
Hands grabbed his, pulled them from his eye sockets before he could break them. He growled, pulled back. The scream, it forced him to remember where he was. When he was. Tao yanked his hands from Wolfram's and grabbed his shoulders, too late. Another memory, his and it made the ever present cold worse. He hadn't thought anything could be worse than the cold. The inability to ever truly be warm. He was wrong. It was nothingness in a sense no human could comprehend. It wasn't the black void they pictured, it was literally, nothing. No light, no dark, no feeling, no sight. It was oppressive. All consuming. Lost. Lost was a feeling he was too familiar with. He had to pull them out of this before the second mark consumed them both. He was strong enough, he knew this. He wasn't a fledgling master, he was strong, even without living blood. He'd weighed the risk when Wolfram had come to him. He knew it was up to him to pull them out.
With a growl his hand grabbed the back of his neck. Fingers kneading there, pressing until his forehead was pressed to Wolfram's. "Stay here. In the here and now. They are memories only. Let. Them. Go."