A fear grips him, a possibility he hadn't considered until just now. "What if something else can move me while I'm under? Something that isn't me. Something that slips between the cracks, while I'm...not exactly home. Is that crazy? Do I sound crazy? I sound crazy right now, don't I? But that's what they are, they're...crazy and beastly and ghastly. What if putting me under just lets whatever's inside of me take over?"