[As he brushes deeper into his soul, he does cry out. Head falling back. He's shaking and pulling at restraints. Pull away from wandering hands. Not that he has anywhere to go.

It takes a few more whimpers and muffled cries of his name, but he manages to pull hits wits together long enough to catch his gaze.

And then he reaches in with his aether to grab the core of Five's soul and tug.]