The young man would would take notice of the light more then anything, quickly moving his hand to the back of his neck seeming thoroughly disappointed when his hand did not find what it was looking for, he narrowed his eyes and let out a long ex-hail remembering he had left the Umber Venator Seraph's back at his ship and most likely with most of his weaponry. 'To trusting of the Zoners' he thought to his self as he had taken to twirling a knife which was as blunt as a butter knife. 'Better not ruin my peace, that would be more then vexing.' he only watched the cube having a slightly royal blue glow coming from underneath his clothing being only in strips that twisted and turned in there own ways.
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