He's hardly aware of what's happening around him. There's another jerk or two, his hands clenching, shoulders moving like he wants to pull away entirely, but he can't. Nothing wants to move.

He can hear pounding. Electricity crackling. He flinches, despite himself. Because that's never a good sound to hear.

Then something is holding his head. There's a voice in a language he can't identify. It isn't Japanese.

But if the charge keeps getting displaced, maybe he can try to restart his motion centers...