[The fireflies delight him. They speak to something in him- before they transform that is. But the dark, that he doesn't mind. It lets him lift the goggles back up onto his head, to appreciate being able to see unhindered.
He's a little excited when the door opens. It's the first time he's visited anyone living that he can remember. Of course, some of that excitement dulls into uncertainty when he sees the mess that is Faust. He lifts a finger, pauses, and then lowers it.]
... I wanted... to stop by...
...And... I went out... hunting... and could use an alibi... for where I went.
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He's a little excited when the door opens. It's the first time he's visited anyone living that he can remember. Of course, some of that excitement dulls into uncertainty when he sees the mess that is Faust. He lifts a finger, pauses, and then lowers it.]
... I wanted... to stop by...
...And... I went out... hunting... and could use an alibi... for where I went.