It was like Kaz was reading his thoughts, except it wasn't exactly. Somehow a part of him knew exactly what was happening, and the significance of those glowing eyes trained upon him. It made him even more painfully aware of the absence of his shotgun and his sidearm, and the Light was simply no longer there, no matter how much he strained to grasp the Void, or burning Solar flames.

He wanted to hide, to slip away but there were no others to blend with, nothing but woods and emptiness and him. It was almost laughable, this child who limped towards him filling him with such uncertainty, and he could not even steal away his face because of It. The one who Watched, who Knew.

Those doubts were like well-placed knives, slipping into the chinks of armor that had suddenly proven brittle, compromised. His rationality slipped through those cracks, and his words, the only thing he could possibly use to defend himself, just weren't there.

"...I do not need to say anything," he said, hating how weak he sounded.