Kirk can't decide if he's glad his vision has finally cleared up or horrified. He decides for glad, because the creature is coming at them, that monster that had no right existing and whose presence tore at his brain's grasp of reality. The Fade had nearly driven them all mad when they were stuck there and just a fragment of it was enough to begin forming cracks he had thought fixed.

"It's like me and animals with teeth," Kirk grunted, raising his arm as he gripped Sam with the other, grunting as a green flare shot from his shard and at the Revenant.