"Yeah. The scientist was the last living person on Beacon. Sort of living. She was trying to get people to save her world for her." They nudge the lantern very gently with one foot, then curl said foot around it to bring it safely between them. "If anything happens to it. I die. If it's damaged, I am damaged. In body or mind."

(Fuck it, in for a penny, might as well go the whole dollar.) They lean down to scoop it up again, propping it onto their lap, and unlatch the metal shutters shielding the light. Most of it is warm and golden, but one pane of glass has a crack in it, and from the crack leaks green light. "Like this. This affects my mind."