No, you're right. I'm sure he's fine. [ And if he's not, then he'll sit and blame himself for it later. ] In any case, there must be some way to get rid of them, though I don't think it'll be anything like stitching them to the soles of our feet.

[ There's a pause, contemplative, like for the briefest of seconds he's considering that as an actual option before he shakes his head. ]

An absence of light, maybe.