The Lord of Shades sways their head. Gestures to it, as tendrils twist outside their view and conscious consideration. What does he think.

--They could ask for their sibling. They could fix the injuries weeping Void, but the mask was not theirs, and so they couldn't work on the crack to their eye.

But that's not for now.

SEEMED
THREAT.
FEAR.
DEFENSE.
BROKE.

WHAT
LEMM
HOLD?