Broken Boulder you were born on a dare, but you were born ready

The feeling doesn't fade, though; the crawling heat under his skin burrows deeper like thousands of burning spiders seeking refuge inside his bones, and for some reason he thinks of Lily, and it's not anger burning a hole through his chest anymore but he doesn't know what it is. He can just barely feel himself hyperventilating, can feel cold air rushing into his lungs and his chest expanding, but he hears nothing over the static crashing wrapping itself all around his skull. He sees nothing, just for a few horrible seconds — and all he can think is that he should never have come here.
Then there's something touching him, pushing him, hurting him, and he snaps. It happens too quickly to realize there is no hurt, there is no crashing, there is only himself and Korei and the sickening taste of blood on his tongue. All at once the heat leaves him and he's stumbling backward, cold rushing in to fill him with icy clarity. He pitches forward slightly and retches, choking — I'm so sorry, — and then his legs are moving again, fumbling, striking rocks buried in the snow as he scrambles backward again, then finally turns to flee. He doesn't look back; he doesn't even see where he's going.