I don't feel anything.
It was lastly there, as if there was a solid gust of vapor. Much more than that. Type of like a hard strike to the stomach as well as face but no discomfort.
When that man hopped on bus number 83 at the Fleurus quit, I promptly saw that he looked strange. He has the face of a lunatic. The face of a person that had simply come across the adversary and also was wondering if the satanic force was still following him. His eyes resembled those of demented killers in scary motion pictures, and he was sputtering something. However there's no lack of weirdos in Paris. Even myself, in some cases I seem like I'm weird. Yet in my very own method.