It's possibly a well-meaning question, but it instills a blood-chilling jolt of panic in him and he jerks back, eyes glowing red in his fear.

"What do you mean? What did happen to me?" Before Warsman can stop himself he's feeling for Lancer's shoulders, just barely highlighted by mushrooms, seizing them in a vice-grip that makes for quite the counterpoint to his trembling. "What do you see?!" He can barely see his own hands in the dark; how does he know they haven't warped and twisted while he was distracted?