[He shakes his head again, his vision slowly beginning to clear - too slowly, really, but at least he can tell that the man in front of him isn't really a Lusitanian soldier, and the figure of a dying Daryun is looking more like a gruesome marionette by the moment. It's still hard to look at, so he focuses on Val instead.]

Quite. I apologize for trying to strike you...I wasn't seeing you as you were. [He glances at his still-clenched fist, and slowly uncurls his fingers. He sees the sword drop from it, though it's now insubstantial, but there's no change in weight.] At least the vision rendered me ineffective, as well.