Imagine coming across mirror Jesús, the monster who cannot feel.
God no, he smelled of cigarettes (and he didn't smoke nobody smoked) and something else he couldn't place, something terrible. And that overwhelmed him, left him incapable of saying anything, which shouldn't have been normal, but he knew somehow that it was here, for him.
But it wasn't him. It was as if someone took who he was and inverted it. This wasn't the person he loved or the person that loved him, or a person that could love at all. It wasn't right.
And he left as soon as he appeared, leaving him to lie there and wander emptily. It wasn't him, that couldn't be right. He doesn't understand in what world any of this made sense, and what place he had in it. And not long after, he managed to convince himself it was some sort of dream.