Kain is recoiling, shaking as his wide eyes scan the room with considerable fear. He's completely petrified, frozen up with the absolute terror that the sight presents. He hears Inessa's words, but it's as if they're coming from afar. That eerie red glow is all too bright, too real.

"But- but look at it! There were infected people, just now, and- and we have no choice but to destroy this before it destroys us! Isn't that so, Garahel?" Kain puts a hand on his sword, ready to draw it out and commence with smashing it all to bits. But he does pause, just for a moment, with one more glance toward Inessa. What's real right now? What if she's the illusion?