While he was eating. Because that's what they do, that's how they feed; they give people nightmares and feed off of them, or feed off of the fear, or whatever the hell Kenzi told him they do. That's what last night was. It wasn't a dream. It was him, hungry and going after dreams (a grassy pit, so many bodies, a white white white room), like before but worse.

"Kenzi." He reaches up, grips at her wrist. "Kenzi, I think I attacked people with fucking nightmares last night, how is that okay?"

He can't do this again.