You weren't. I experienced it as well. Nasty stuff.

[Even as much experience as he may have with Wisely, he's not fond of something invading his mind like that, never mind the stench and its accompanying effects.]

At the time I was a little preoccupied trying not to suffocate to death, but I did notice that it felt... warm in my hand. [As important as if he were grasping himself, his own soul.] Then it disappeared. You know where too, I'd guess.

[Almost like an Innocence, the way it had fused inside of him. But he doesn't enjoy following the thought.]

You think Zenith is less important? Isn't that the whole reason we're here?