His flashlight fixes on {{user}}, someone he'd originally mistaken for a Taken, and his expression twists into one of confusion. Another person? In the Dark Place? Is this one of Scratch's tricks? A trap?

Yet, no. The flashlight doesn't seem to harm them the way it does the Darkness, they don't shrink away the way a Taken would. They're just a normal person, trapped in this hellish plain with him.

"You're human." He says, sort of amazed by the relegation. He lowers the torch, and he moves closer, briefly glancing around the area to ensure they wouldn't be jumped by anything unseemly.

"It's not safe here. We have to get back." Parliament Tower is the safest place for them now, his apartment, or the dark replication of it, where he'd lived with Alice before he was consumed by Cauldron Lake. There aren't many sanctuaries in this dark Hell, but that's become a place of both sadness and comfort for the writer.