The pain doesn't come immediately.
It never does.
Lloyd knew it, there's always a space of confusion before the pain arrives.
"Bluuuerg."
Vomiting was the trigger, the element that brought him back to a disgusting reality.
Heat, too much heat.
Lloyd felt how his skin stung like hell, rather it fell off in chunks.
His eyes no longer burned, but they could no longer see anything.
At that moment, Lloyd's senses were reduced to one.
Pain.
Too much pain, expressed in too many forms, he could no longer distinguish it.
His whole body hurt in multiple ways, combined in an indescribable amalgam of suffering.
His mind broke, he couldn't even beg for it all to end, because every cell in his body bombarded his brain with an unbearable warning.
That hell became eternal.
"AAAAAARRGFGG."
A great wail escaped his throat.
"IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS!" Lloyd began to writhe on the ground.
