Pic looks a little taken aback, and then slowly begins to answer, humming in time with the rhythm his fingers are making.
“It’s something I’ve been able to do for a while,” he answers bluntly. “Don’t know how I can, and don’t know why things react, but my time here has helped me learn how to utilize it.”
As he speaks, his voice is now a lot warmer. It still has distrust, but now Pic sounds just the slightest bit hopeful. The darkness begins to fade away, and hoops of light form and brace his fingers. “I’ve answered a question of yours, would you answer the question I gave to you?”