The Darklings gaze remains steady on where the chasm is while Raylan pries, eyes narrowing. He'd usually slide the other a look as the other asks about his powers, but he's not detecting any negging qualities.

"My thing, yes," he confirms, and his lips part in an almost sigh. It's not exactly painful to admit, but it is something he dislikes and it shows.

"They did nothing," he says eventually, and his gaze pulls back to Raylan's. "Even a pond moves if you skip stones, and this didn't seem to be the case--they merely stood there. I should have been able to control them entirely."

Unless. He tucks a thought away entirely, wondering if there's an equivalent--wondering if Merzost exists here. Perhaps that's why.

"My powers have been diminished, but not so much that I shouldn't be able to. Perhaps they're not shadows after all. Perhaps they're something else."