The thumping and rolling beckons for his attention, as hard as it is to make any room for it. He feels like he did when him and Peridot went down to the cluster - like there were so many other sensations screaming in his head that he couldn't keep his sights on Peridot, who had been calling for him the whole time. Except, there isn't another side to this. There isn't a quiet mindspace to emerge to on the other side, and the feeling seem to change ever other moment, all with the flow of the violence that's suddenly sprung itself on the carnival grounds.

Eventually, the gunfire seems to move from the Big Top itself - maybe someone took out the Agents that had been firing, or they simply had lost track of targets to focus on. For the first time in about ten minutes, flashes of the interior of his pink cocoon come into sight, only to seemingly lose them short after.

One of his hand reaches out to press against the interior of his bubble, the motion seeming to take herculean effort. His eyes crack open, but they are distant and overwhelmed, and he finds himself having a hard time separating the fear he can see in Lars and the panic he is feeling himself.

Lars will find himself capable of blocking it out of he tries, but he may feel Steven's feelings of suffocation reflecting back at him.

"Wh -?" he whines, struggling to voice his own confusion. "I can't..."

Tears are freely rolling down his cheeks, somehow disconnected from the rest of his expression.