[There's nothing soothing in the touch, no fresh restorative energy, not if he doesn't make an effort to extrude it. And it seems like such an effort. He shakes his head, one hand clutching tight to Bush's arm.]
Nnn. No, just. Power's gone. Like the whole world's dried leaves.
Spam
Nnn. No, just. Power's gone. Like the whole world's dried leaves.
An' hungry.