His mate is terrified, and now that he's begun to see the same visions, he understands why. There are bodies littered everywhere, there's a shade of Emet himself approaching them, a face he doesn't recognize but an aether he does, and his mind is racing a malm a minute in an attempt to parse what's happening.

The darkness that had nearly struck them, before Hades pulled him out of its path.

Felih feels helpless. He has no magic here, the cave's magic stifling him, a heavy weight weighing down on him as he tries to protectively put himself between Hades and his shade. Even with Hades gripping him so painfully tightly, he puts himself there, tail bristling as he stands his ground.

This feels too real, far too real.

"You're not him anymore," is what he says to his mate, as he stares the phantom down, never once removing his gaze, watching it like a hawk. "You have a choice, now, darling. Only you can make it. Not me, not him- only you."