Almost… there…
Tobias cursed as he got his first good look at the cultists. Most of them were hag-ridden. He had only a vague idea what that term meant, but apparently his subconscious thought it meant “a stinking bird-monster burrowing into your back with hooked iron claws.”
That was going to be damnably inconvenient. Tobias had been looking forward to simply shooting everyone in the head, but the expressions on the cultists’ faces were just full enough of helpless horror to make that plan impractical. Clearly his subconscious wanted him to take more care in symbolically resolving this issue.
My subconscious could just tell me things, Tobias thought, and wondered for a moment why he was half-expecting a response.