Andrew felt a sting of pride as he watched his plague work, though the feeling quickly got replaced by inescapable fear. Suddenly there was roars of thunder, and flashes of lightning, inside. He froze completely, certainly being fed up with this phobia of his, but unable to escape it. Andrew stepped back, away from the centre of the lightning, as he watched the flashes reveal that the water was more connected to the world of the dead than he had previously thought.
That's not... why is the underworld seen in the water? Why is there lightning inside?
If Andrew had spotted it correctly, it was because of the Asian that had joined them, however, he didn't care. Andrew could see the use of it, really, he could feel the few spiders that got past his boots and jeans bite his leg, but that didn't matter either. He just wanted it to stop.
So damn pathetic. I don't want to show weakness in front of anyone... apart from Kirsten.
Even so, the fear drove him away from the battle-scene. From the corner of his eye, he could see Aria suddenly firing a bolt towards Nicole and the angry guy, but the bolt changed direction, very suddenly. Aria asked Nicole to keep her palms pointed away from anyone else, was she being controlled? He couldn't see any threads outside her body, but he didn't think she would try to harm anyone if not.
I have to... do something.
Andrew looked towards Aria, he couldn't let Nicole get hurt, but he didn't want to go closer to the lightning.
Not this again. I shouldn't be afraid.
He was, more afraid than he had been earlier, his phobia having gotten worsened from the episode with Teshub. Andrew tried to think of Kirsten again, but his mind wouldn't settle down, going from wanting to escape, making sure he survived so that he could see her, and not wanting to be afraid anymore.
Finally, he forced himself to walk towards Aria, covering his ears so he could shut the thunder out, making it slightly less horrible. Shaking, he then grabbed her hands, and tried to heal whatever was up with her, at the same time as he dragged her back with him, roughly and quickly. Back to safety, like the last time time. Not knowing if she was still controlled or not, he spoke, voice making it clear that he didn't like the situation, but forced so that he at least didn't sound as afraid as he was.
"Are you being controlled now?" he asked, though he didn't look at Aria. If she saw his eyes, she would notice that he was frightened, after all. A lightning-bolt struck particularly close, and he lost his cool. He simply held her hands, as he himself sat down, shaking. Curling up, knees close to his chest, he pointed her hands away, in case she still was controlled, and held them, tightly.