[It's like taking a hard right hook straight to the face, except it's his brain. Because Alex had been right there, looking at the cluster of glowing probabilities that made up Kurt, when they suddenly changed. Changed from the lively, active, wonderfully confusing combination that make up a live being, and became the simple, inert ones of a thing, an object with no spark of life to it. He's seen it happen before, but never so close, never when he was looking right at the person and nothing else.
Alex crumples to the floor silently, hands clutching at his temples. The pain from using his power so intense he can barely see what's going on in front of him.]
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Alex crumples to the floor silently, hands clutching at his temples. The pain from using his power so intense he can barely see what's going on in front of him.]