He hears her voice, feels the sharp sound of her syllables clicking in and out of his ear, but the words start to mean little to him. Soon, the sound of words doesn't register as anything but noise, a buzzing nuisance that he can't pinpoint. Where is it coming from?

Despite his brain slowly turning to mush, he somehow manages to squash a few fire omnics, creating a dent in the pile. Not out of any sort of lingering obligation towards the partner he'd just parted ways with, but just out of a desperate attempt to regain control of his limbs. To try and stay conscious.

It's only when he finds himself staring hard into the ground, fallen on his knees and struggling to stand that he feels an oppressive presence standing right in front of him...