Locke looked around, as something was very obviously causing him reason to be distressed, and it wasn't the parasites, nor the vorc. He grimaced, as he put a hand over his heart, a faint arc of darkness coming off of him. He succumbed to his knees, as the darkness began to arc more, arcing up and returning back into another part of his body. He let out a faint yelp, as he tightened his fists and clenched his teeth in pain. As it continued another color of arc started to go from one part of his body to another, and branch out, this one being an icy blue. He yelled out, to noone in particular, more so to anyone listening, "Stop it! Make it stop!"