The vision was abrupt enough that Solomon suspected it was something the Void was facilitating. That hadn't been what he wanted, though he had asked Valdis to set it loose--one thing led to another, he supposed. He'd have to confirm anything they saw later, while the Void was restrained.

Those were quick thoughts before the light in the memory made him draw back in surprise at its clarify. He managed not to break his gaze, though he hadn't expected the way the vision enveloped the space around him--something he should have suspected, given how much space souls could take up. Solomon's head jerked at the movement to his side, but he still managed not to completely break his gaze on the centre--though he kept a way eye on the wolf, in case it came toward him. That was ... rather unnerving, given its size and the fact he could see it.

When the wolf bore down on the orb it made Solomon flinch and inhale sharply, the sharp pain of teeth digging into his back, as though he was feeling the bite himself. He held himself upright and rigid, gaze locked on the vision in front of him not because it forced him but because he didn't dare risk it breaking; but his hands gripped the armchair and his jaw was clenched. Scath oozed out around him, a luminescent blue mist reacting to the shadows in the memory of a soul that wasn't his, wrapping around him like a blanket.

A tremor ran through him as the orb shattered, and his heart stopped no longer than to seem like a skip; but he felt it, that dyingness, more distantly than he might have without his ka's presence.

Then the darkness faded into some semblance of reality lit blue by Scath's mist, and Solomon released a gasping breath and leaned in, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his shaking hands together, and wincing at the sharp pain behind his eyes. "Ow."