Desmond watched this in absolute... well horror. His hands started shaking halfway through, dark, wispy trails of smoke-like darkness flowing from them yet again. She was in utter agony in front of him and he could do nothing. The smoke wrapped around him, like a blanket, and it flowed slowly over to Luna. **Useless. He can't help her? So much showing off and he can't even help with a little pain.** The darkness flowed and covered Luna as well, except instead of a blanket it was like an extremely heavy pressure on her chest. Small tendrils poked at her soul, spirit, whatever it was humans had that made us... function. **But we can. We can get rid of the pain. We can take away the canine.** Each poke of a tendril sent a shock of pain through her. **Just give us the word and we'll fix her right up!**