When Gold reached for it, there was something clearly off in his aim, an unsureness in his grip. No, no he didn't miss feeling fully human. Usually the panicking stayed inside his head and didn't spread to the rest of his body, and the current state of things was utterly unacceptable. But there was familiarity in only some of it.

That was how, once he was rooted somewhere, even if the world seemed to be spinning every time he lifted his head, he knew there was something wrong.

The Dark One tried to shake his head with a wince. "That's going to come right back up again and I would rather not."