(([@TheMinorFall] sorry for the delay._))

Somehow she heard him.  His voice was in her head, invading her mind.  And then the images were flooding her Sight, battering at her.  She tried to block them out.  She was stronger than she had been, and quickly rallied her scattered thoughts, turning them to slice and stab at the one who violated her so.  Yet he was stronger, older, and had caught her by surprise.  Her defenses crumbled under the onslaught.  Distantly she felt someone near her physical body, someone safe, shaking her and asking what was wrong.  Amuné tried to tell him that they'd found her again, somehow, that Kel was dying -- no, that was before, this time it was Lya, the one she'd just met.  They were forcing her to See, using her gift for their own purposes, pawing through her thoughts and twisting her perception of reality.  Terror clawed at her.  No, not again, she'd rather die.  She had to fight, had to get away.  [i]No!  Stop, get out, get out![/i]

Jareth hadn't expected his friend to back into him, and the fear in her eyes worried him.  She'd started to pull away, and then suddenly stiffened with a soft cry before starting to fall.  It'd been easy enough to catch her.  "Amuné?  Amuné, what's going on, what's wrong?"  He shook her gently, not sure what was going on.  She was fumbling for her knife, obviously not seeing anything of their surroundings.  A shriek tore from her throat.  [i]"Get out of my head!"[/i]