"Yes." It was a strange compliment, but it matches him, really. The words are hard to find and they always have been; the feelings are easier. Those could only be one thing at a time.

Like him.

He stared at the mark for a few moments, transfixed and silent. It drew the Fade to it and he was part of it. If he looked too long he might fall into it too.

"It sings, too loudly to listen, but too bright to ignore. It pulls, pretty and petty, calling, claiming.

"It burns, sometimes. But it's you, too."