[It's unclear even to him what exactly he knows, but he can tell that this 'Light' has a wretched, evil aura about it, and to put so much in one person must've been traumatizing. He doesn't really know how he knows that, but it seems obvious to him, somehow.]

It lies to you...

I can take it away.

This is the only truth...

[The room starts to get cold, and Thistle and Nerf are not quite sure what they have made occur. Nerf rubs at inexplicable tears in his eyes; Thistle's more steely, but the despair is contagious.]

Giｖｅ ｕｐ.

Lｅｔ ｇo.

Ｉｔ'ｓ ｏv e r.

[His creepy voice is almost a whisper in their ears now. Where Light promises power, faith and pride, Darkuness is just an inescapable black hole of entropy and nihility. Still, in despair, there's almost something comforting in that, isn't there?]