[ Darkness shouldn't be a problem. He should be able to find his way by the taste of magic on the air, feel Sypha's presence. He doesn't. Before, there had been almost too much magic to pick individual threads. Now, there's a flood of it. More than the actual darkness, that is disorienting. ]

Fuck your exact words! [ He yells at the darkness. He's accepted the terms already. He knows he has. ] I can't protect him! You made it impossible for me to protect him, then sent him out here! What kind of sick joke is this?