Laughing, he shrugs as if to say damn, you caught me. As if he doesn't roll out of bed every morning at approximately quarter-to-seven to throw on clothes, grab something from the dining hall, and meet Kyle for his daily training session. Wilhelm used to hate waking up early — and don't get him wrong, there's still plenty of groaning and grumbling as he extracts himself from the blankets and stumbles into some pants. But it's different when he's doing it for himself.

As Iris circles him, his posture straightens. It takes him a few seconds to understand what exactly Iris is looking for.

"Uh, I'm not really sure... It's like I'm creating shadows where there shouldn't be any. Maybe it just absorbs all the light that touches it."

So that Iris can see it up close, Wilhelm calls his darkness again. All it takes is a second of concentration, a slow breath pulled in and pushed out. Then, his hand weaves a veil of shadows between them at chest level. The darkness is opaque, so thick that Iris won't be able to see through it. If he reaches out, his hand will disappear in the blackness, but he won't feel anything but air.