Another scream of pain now as Setsuna dropped his flashlight—he hadn't even noticed its dimming glow, because suddenly the pain was agonizing and his eyes had squeezed tight automatically. The hand inside his pocket also slipped out and joined the one now pressing against the back of his head in an attempt to stop the excruciating pressure, or perhaps to search for exactly what was causing it (and in one corner of his mind was concern over Feldt Grace's status: Was she also attacked? Can she fight back?)—and then the sound of something grew louder and then he couldn't concentrate on his thoughts anymore; he bit down his tongue to prevent another cry from escaping his lips, a feeble attempt at defiance, as if refusing to give in to the agonizing pain would make it abruptly stop.