He's staring down at his left hand, watching hexagonal patterned light raise from his palm. he practically cradles the light, as though it's a weak flame he must protect.

"...I have it back..."

For good this time. It's weak, he can tell, but...it's his again. It won't be taken back. The colors shift to soft blues, pale and light like the sky. he brings them close to his chest and lets out a sigh of relief.