Typically when I lock up and my eyes glaze over it's because I'm not. Here. I'm wherever it is those visions take me. If I was only seeing it that would be one thing. I could endure it. But I hear everything, I smell it. I can feel my hands slick with blood that belongs to you or Luke or Ben and you're all dying and I can't stop it-

[She scrubs her face with her hands, shoulders locking up and she shudders. Lost for a few seconds and for the first time- it's not a shadowy figure doing violence to someone she cares for. The blood's on her hands not for her inability to save them, but because she's the one that's cut into them. Left them to die. And watched.]