The walls fell, they were giving way, and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to take control of the situation so he could reign himself in and prevent all of this from happening but he couldn't. Not physically, not verbal, he had no way out. It was like he was trapped and there was only one route. Submission.

And once he gave into that, he felt all of his judgement and senses just drift away. His eyes were wet as he opened them, nodding his head so eagerly that he would have been embarrassed, had he not left his own body.