[Tristan screams, muffled by Ariel's palm. Fresh tears falling over his face and Ariel's fingers as he tries to scramble back in the chair. But there's nowhere to go. He won't lash out at Ariel (because he doesn't want to hit his brother or because he knows what happens when you fight back? that they hit you harder?). Nowhere to go leaves him completely trapped and sobbing, trying to do so quietly, to breathe shallowly, because every breath shifts the burning needles in his flesh and he can feel things tearing open. It hurts and it's terrifying, it's not just flesh but vital organs, a new experience in terror and realizing he could die. He could die.]

[He could undo this spell too, he could fix this. A small voice in the back of his head notes that it would be easy. Except he can't do anything of the sort, not any more.]