[ No, he's not cold, but wow he super doesn't like that light. The shivering, half-formed monster lets out an echoing, distant screech of a sound - like a sound coming from another room down the hall. It rises up and skitters away, and the parts of it that are at least somewhat solid absorb the shadows around it, fading half into the floor and wall, nebulous.
It stays far away from the electricity, in the dark, and then whispers, in Royce's ragged and pained voice: ]
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It stays far away from the electricity, in the dark, and then whispers, in Royce's ragged and pained voice: ]
... Not cold.