Robin catches his prey before they can get very far, and dives in.
And that saying about eyes being the window to the soul can occasionally be very literal. The first step into Phalanx's mind is what it would feel like to be sucked into a pair of hungry black pits, dragged into a fathomless space that is always breathing inward toward the heart of itself--and judging by the weight of it, that heart might not have an end.
However, immediately after that first, empty threshold... Robin runs into everyone.
Calling it crowded would not be doing the experience justice. Bright, buzzing, individual energies (some whole and some only in mindless chunks) shove together until there is barely any breathing room. For a second, the overwhelming clamor is only made up of chattering and the constant elbowing for both space and control. But then, in the next moment, just as Robin is getting a better look at them all, he is noticed too.
The first fact that he can be sure of is that these souls are all strung together, all tied to something in the center so they can't escape. And the second certain fact is that they are all angry.
Their anger is maybe not directed at their own captivity, however. It is much more likely that their fury is aimed at a certain intruder, as the din suddenly becomes deafening.
Out. Out outOUT. Get out get out away away away GET OUT--
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And that saying about eyes being the window to the soul can occasionally be very literal. The first step into Phalanx's mind is what it would feel like to be sucked into a pair of hungry black pits, dragged into a fathomless space that is always breathing inward toward the heart of itself--and judging by the weight of it, that heart might not have an end.
However, immediately after that first, empty threshold... Robin runs into everyone.
Calling it crowded would not be doing the experience justice. Bright, buzzing, individual energies (some whole and some only in mindless chunks) shove together until there is barely any breathing room. For a second, the overwhelming clamor is only made up of chattering and the constant elbowing for both space and control. But then, in the next moment, just as Robin is getting a better look at them all, he is noticed too.
The first fact that he can be sure of is that these souls are all strung together, all tied to something in the center so they can't escape. And the second certain fact is that they are all angry.
Their anger is maybe not directed at their own captivity, however. It is much more likely that their fury is aimed at a certain intruder, as the din suddenly becomes deafening.
Out. Out out OUT. Get out get out away away away GET OUT--