Anders, the point is that I didn't learn anything. [ One day, he'd woken up like this, unprompted. He'd only fallen asleep, uncomfortably, under a heavy overhanging brush. The next thing he remembered was reflexively grabbing someone's hand as they'd tried to knife him, blue light, and a rush of cold. After that, it was staring at the body of the friend who'd been next to him, numb all over and only faintly curious why. ]

Trying to incite emotion feels like reaching blindly into a dark room. [ He doesn't know what his hand will connect with. Like when he'd gone into the Black Box. ]