He only narrowly avoids the snap of its jaws, riding momentum gained by its batting paw to dart between its legs, though this only brings him closer, trapped between fur and teeth. He spins around, raising his hands in wild, desperate panic. "Stop!" he cries. "Why are you doing this, wh - what do you want with me?!"

A probably stupid question, except he's asking the Rift, asking, essentially, why - why kill him only to trap him here? As though it has to have reason for its actions.