He doesn't care. It can't hurt him as much as it hurts me, of course it doesn't. Even now I can see how he's covered in Darkness that clings to him, he probably can't see it but it's as natural to me as breathing. It doesn't hurt him, it just rides around on him, and he doesn't even notice it.

He circles around me, edging me back against the bench again, back away from the sun.

"Better to give up than go crazy, isn't it? Start listening to them?"