Being wrapped up in little darkness creatures who want to consume you and break you down to nothing is...surprisingly, something that Envy's faced before.

The look on this kid's face, too. He's seen it, a long time ago in another dream like this one, on Wrath. That hopelessness. And with that connection made, in the back of his mind the thought takes root that maybe coming over to help wasn't a pointless thing to do.

So he's going to do the only thing he knows how to do, the only thing he really can. Power the hell through. And yell.

"Well it sure fucking can't be if you're just going to sit there and let it eat you!"

He keeps tearing at the Floods, trying to kick the ones around his legs off.

"Don't mess with me, you little bastards!"