[Again the shadow's hand snaps reflexively out. The moment it doesn't make contact with the boy, the moment it begins to, of course, go through, the noise of the battle intensifies. Suddenly the light is very bright, blindingly bright - and then it, along with the whole of the scene, sound and noise and smell and touch, disappears completely.]
You keep asking me questions I won'tcan't answer.
[The words come out together. It's another one of those oddities involved in speaking as he is. Word is thought. Once a thought's been started, it's impossible to change it 'round halfway through.]
Oh. I forgot. You need light, don't you, you living things.
[And then, gradually, there is light. Moonlight, seeping through trees. Until Firo changes the scenery he's going to be spotlit by it; the light and the forest extends about a foot around him, and no further.]
no subject
You keep asking me questions I won'tcan't answer.
[The words come out together. It's another one of those oddities involved in speaking as he is. Word is thought. Once a thought's been started, it's impossible to change it 'round halfway through.]
Oh. I forgot. You need light, don't you, you living things.
[And then, gradually, there is light. Moonlight, seeping through trees. Until Firo changes the scenery he's going to be spotlit by it; the light and the forest extends about a foot around him, and no further.]
Is that better?