Equius tensed, closing his eyes as he blocked the instinctual pain at being grabbed; he'd long since learned to manipulate this dream state that was his existence, and as such it offered him a tactical advantage, especially given that Gamzee didn't have control over anything here save for himself and what he came with. Equius reached back and wrapped a hand around one of Gamzee's horns, holding it halfway up and putting pressure on the outward curve of it. "You will release me, highblood, or I will deal you the damage that you did the rest of us." He started to turn his hand, the hard outer structure of Gamzee's horn starting to creak under his grip.