The dark and pain had taken forever to go away. Well, the dark at least. The pain stayed. Stayed until long after the dark vanished, when the nothing and void was replaced by so much light and color and life and his first sight was to look up at the plant towering over his form because he wasn't so big anymore and It was huge in comparison; tall, tall, too tall, even hunching over with It's own weight It had been big.
The pain was still there.
He could remember running. Running after running and screaming; chasing the screams and making them stop by making them swallow something and then they were very calm because he told them to be but at once he was running again and keep going keep going there were still screams he had to stop in that strange way.
It had been so little when he'd opened the box.
Not all of the screams had been found. Some got away but as long as they stopped he didn't care, the Voice did, but It wasn't strong enough to get him to listen like that yet so he left them alone and the pain was distracting so he probably wouldn't listen even if It had been strong enough.
By the time it stopped enough for him to think straight, he had long forgotten that the Voice was not his own.