[ No you shitty floating rain cloud, because there was nothing there to catch. There is no vague sense of relief as Shadow Milk goes back to his usual grating self. Because Truthless can deal with that. Not the pain or anger.

And that's the only reason for the feeling.

He hums in annoyance. ]

You were hardly a host.

[ This Truthless doesn't know about the room done up for him. ]

As for it, I suspect it is currently wallowing in anger over the damage we dealt it.

[ Damage. Barely scratches, really. But they were something. The comment makes his steps stop for a brief moment and he tries to guard his mind. Then he keeps walking, looking further annoyed. Not flustered. ]

Yes, we already established your eyes still work. Congratulations.