The swelling and burst of bright conflagration is impossible to ignore, and he sees it in every plane and level as it blazes on Rashad's hands. It's similar to the sort of internal makeup that Rashad seems to be comprised of, probably physically lethal, but as he is now Daniel simply looks at it. For a moment he's grateful he can't seem to manage a corporeal manifestation.

"What if you're simplifying what is inherently complicated?" He looks at Rashad with undeniably melancholic sympathy. Experience has taught him that, if anything, arguing against such a staunchly rooted belief is doomed to never succeed.

But Daniel's never been one to stop trying.

"The world doesn't exist on scale of black and white. It can't function like that. Nothing could."