He snatches his hand back and leans away, bristling instinctively as the Light begins to shine even through their very pores. Ironically, it's like sitting near a newborn sun. He feels it burning him, like solar flares rippling across the Warrior's skin, and feels the Darkness he is steeped in rebel.

Sickening regret, bitterness, anger, all surge to the fore as he grips their shoulder. It hurts but he ignores the painful tingling in his palm.

"Then why didn't you?" he hisses. "I offered you the chance. With your strength, there was much and more we could have accomplished. One more shard and your soul would have grown that much fuller. We could have found another way."