[ if roland were still lucid, he'd be standing there in shock as daan transforms into the very thing he hated. it's easy to conclude this transformation as a distortion, but it seems as though that pocketcat has a mind of his own -- much like how roland has to share a multitude of brainspaces as nothing there.

the flowers around them raise a ruckus. "daan is that cat... why?" "so he killed his own wife. is that how it goes?" "nothing makes sense anymore. nothing." ]

Daan... You're making a big mistake. [ he shuffles over to pocketcat, dragging his enormous arm across the floor. ] You have no idea... what you're dealing with here.

[ and when he opens his mouth again, another unknown voice exclaims-- ]

"Mon… ster. That… mons… ter… That monster… why is it here…"

[ -- right before he takes a swing at the other sad, sad little man. ]