That's her hand. He knows it too well, and he hates that his mind knows it too well, because he knows there's no way to prove it false, no way to show it for the lie it must surely be, and he starts to shake. It's suddenly a horrible feeling, mind trapped in his own body and forced to feel the shaking and the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He wants this to be over. He wants this hallucination to be done with.

He tries to make the words form again, but it's just a tangle of energy that falls apart and clings to his horns in jagged messy lines.