[ He hisses sharply at the squeezing around his legs, at the way his arms are pulled up.

(to be threatened, by something like this--)

(he'll destroy it)

(destroy it individually and destroy the Astral being it came from all the more for this fragment's impertinence)

He snaps at the feelers in his face, digs his teeth into them and tries to wrench his neck back.

(he wonders if they'll snap)

(he hopes so, hopes it will bleed and hurt for daring to treat him like this)

(he's slipping entirely now but it knows, doesn't it, or at least if it has suspicions it's clearly intending to prove them one way or the other) ]