It was less the slow pulling out of his eye, the way that it had given a wet pop when it cleared the socket--it was less that, and more the placement of an outside item; something that without a doubt did not belong where it was being placed, that made the boy begin to shudder, a rolling tremble that encased his form.

There was a wordless whimper that he heard somewhere, and he realized in the back of the mind that he was the one making it.