There's just too much going on. Too much noise, too much movement -- too much blood in the air, the stench of carnage stinging at his nose each time he breathes, making his eyes water. It's dredging up too many memories from a time in his youth that he'd tried so hard to bury down deep, and Gen chokes as he reflexively cowers beneath the outline of that magical shield.

(Honestly, part of him wonders if simply dying would be preferable to trying to survive this chaos. It's only the vague knowledge that Emet-Selch is, for whatever reason, opting to protecting him, that forces him to put even the slightest consideration into his own safety.)

"But you can't --"

Gen flinches as Emet-Selch rends another of those beasts in half, the sounds of the creature's agonized screeches ringing in his ears. But ... they can't just stay here forever, can they? In the depths of Emet-Selch's memories, caught in events that have already long since concluded. The constant rush of blood in his ears is nauseating, the tightness in his chest making it increasingly hard to breath, and Gen's voice is breathy when he next mutters, "-- you can't just keep fighting forever, can you."

He sees that creature turning towards him. Knows the threat it poses. Is sharply aware of the fact that it could easily kill him. But ... Gen only looks to Emet as he allows its approach, trying to ignore the machine-gun rattle of his pulse against his ribcage. -- this is just a memory, right? So ... it won't matter if he permits that creature to 'kill' him, right? Maybe it will disrupt Emet-Selch from this nightmare sequence of events. Maybe. (He hopes.)