The circumstances leading up to them entering the temple had just gotten weirder and weirder, the hair on the back of his neck stood up the minute they entered and that feeling of dread matched the one he experienced on Dagobah. It was odd, the entire place felt like it wasn't even real. Cyrus wasn't even sure if he could trust that his companions were truly there...they could have vanished the moment they walked over the threshold. Up until then he'd just observed the Miraluka, convinced the ravings came from what he thought was the truth, not some illness of the mind. Cyrus couldn't blame Nex for trying to hold him, the little guy's first instinct was to help which in and of itself was a good thing. Cyrus took a few deep breaths to center himself for both their benefits before he approached, placing a hand on the Miraluka's shoulder and trying his best to speak in a dead calm voice. "Even your special sight can be blinded...stop for but a moment and look around. Focus and the Force will set you free."