Blackfeather Woods I'm starting to notice a sound

The words seem to snap some part of him back to reality, lucidity shining in his eyes when he blinks again. You're burning inside, He counters calmly, lifting himself slowly on shaky legs, eyes fixed on Taikon's. All he sees is that shifting light, too bright, too hot — It's wrong. You're all wrong inside — like someone else started the fire, and now you keep it burning. Why? You — you're not supposed to burn. You could stop it. The knowledge startles him, but he sees it in the light where Taikon's eyes should be, feels it in the heat radiating from him. All twisted up and burning inside — and dangerous to the creature fashioned of ice and stone.