[ Break is still having trouble breathing and is continuing to sweat, and he will be for the entire conversation, most likely. But at least he's concious, which for Break is definitely an improvement. At the very least, this isn't as bad as when he uses the Mad Hatter, since he tends to be out for far longer than a few hours. That occurs to him as Gilbert mentions that this won't subside, and he just laughs, though it's definitely humorless and pained. ]

Awful. Besides the fact that I feel as if someone has dropped an entire load of bricks onto my chest...

[ He trails off, and his mouth sets into a very thin, drawn line. The feeling that had incited him into acting so violently upon awakening returns to him in a fraction. It was fear, but more than simply fear. It was the same feeling of instinctual terror that he had felt when he met the Abyss so long ago. He knows that feeling well, but it still fills him with the same sort of bitter anger that has never lessened over the years. ]

I suppose it was a dream, but I doubt it was only that, all things considered. I dreamt of a young woman I've never seen before. She... [ He makes a difficult noise, then closes his eye. ] Even listening to her stupid little lecture, it's the same feeling, I'm certain. She gave me the same sort of feeling that the Will of the Abyss did.