The Knight struggles to parse this before working out not all of it's connected. Frustration spikes, hastily quashed. If they were in a better state, they'd cross his words out themselves.

No, they don't understand. They look at him enough to shake their head, putting a paw on the question.

This is not a normal problem. I didn't do it from intentional malice, but I caused damage in a similar way the Radiance did.

I am afraid.

More was going to be written, but that's it, isn't it. They're afraid. They're afraid of so much, suddenly.