Unfortunately for them both, he knows what this feels like too. The dream

shatters into pain and gore and light

and he isn't sure if the scream in his ears ever reached his mouth, this pain is a familiar pain but it never feels less wrong to have to have something in something in your head in your head like

shatters into light and gore and pain

and he isn't sure if the scream in his mouth ever reached his ears, this pain is a familiar pain and it never feels better to have in your head something like like

shatters into

shatters into gore and pain and light

and he isn't sure if the scream is out of his mouth or in his head, this pain is a familiar pain and it always feels desperately wrong to have something in your head in your head something like

... like the familiar stone walls of a castle he once knew, on a winter evening, the main dining hall bright with banners and evergreen boughs and countless lit candles.

Phil excuses himself and rises to his feet.