The Nightmare Guardian’s mind is clouded with pain. He tries to focus on his breathing but the occasional spike of pain through his midsection makes it hitch. His thoughts fade in and out, but after a while, something catches his attention. He tenses at the sound of a sword being drawn. Trying to shake of the cloud fogging in his mind, he focuses on the voices he's picking up, but another bout of pain makes his head fall back and his eyes close. When at last the owners of the voices come into view Seishu's eyes crack open and he takes in the blurry, but familiar face of his dream world counterpart. A small chuckle makes it's way out of his throat and he murmurs softly, “Ah, just what I need, another twist of the knife.” He continues to smile at Enasi until a harsh cough brings up a rush of blood which spews out, staining his armor and chin crimson. 

His hand comes up to wipe away the blood but he hadn't noticed that it was the hand holding his stomach and as he releases the wound there is a fresh stream of blood from the deep six inch slice. A loud inhuman noise makes it's way past the blood as he cries out in pain and grips his stomach firmly to stop from losing any more. In his own realm, he would be able to heal himself, and there would be others around him right now trying desperately to help him. The dark energies they would provide would have him healed up within' a week, but he can't return now, not in this state with Gin doing god knows what with his new found power.

Seeking out the Dream Guardian’s face trough eyes filled with pained tears he manages a snarky smile. “Hey, you should be celebrating. I'm most likely gonna die here, like you've always wanted. Not that it will do much good. Everyone needs nightmares, so I'll just be replaced.” He looks past Enasi towards where the rift had been less than an hour ago. “Of course, if it's Gin, I think the balance may. . . . .” His voice trails off as the blood loss gets to him. He takes a few steadying breaths before passing out against the rock.