He stares down at the black puddle on the floor below him, jaw slack, eyes wide. 

Eyes... is that what you would call those? No, those aren't eyes...!

Black sockets staring down at the dark puddle of ink. Bony hands clutch the floor, thin arms shaking as he gasps for air.

He? No, no, not he... it's not even human! Maybe it was once, but not anymore.

The human like mass of flesh and bones sits on it's hands and knees, limbs shaking, breathing unsteady. The breathing is strained and hollow, almost muffled.

Hollow? No, no, that's not the right sound...

Suddenly, the body is wracked with pained noises, more inky blackness pouring from their mouth and eyes, chest strained as their limbs nearly collapse under them.