Yes, that is true. There is a moment that is darker than the deepest dark. Where Eclair cannot answer Mayzie because she is desperately and yet somehow elegantly slurping a soup bowl's worth of coffee as though she will die if she waits another second. Where she cannot see Mayzie or Yuki because even the sharpest eyes in Thellamie don't work without any light at all. And yes, of course she's wearing her mask. There has been not one single solitary moment beyond the safety of closed doors where the Mystery Builder has been without her costume. Even drunk off her ass she knew better than to ruin the efforts of her best friend and new traveling companion. She was [i]trained[/i] better than to do that. But it is also true that it is [i]only[/i] for a moment. Only for one merest heartbeat. And that is because she, the Mystery Builder, is Eclair Espoir. And she is called the Violet Flash. And this is another reason why: The room is ablaze with pearly Light. That is how the First Darkness was first given shape, yes? Therefore it is the only natural response to a moment of complete blindness. Eclair is too inebriated to control herself. What is normally an act of precision, of carefully selected minimum viable effort all comes spilling out at once. There are hundreds of different shapes glittering all around her. Some of them mere motes of raw Light, some of them ruined fragments of a heart she had not quite put back together, but still more of them, and more of them, and more of them Heartblades. An arsenal, a treasury, vast and blazing. An Avel is half a dragon already, and unable to be elegant about it Eclair Espoir has dumped that truth out into the open. There is nothing of cleverness about this. Nothing of planning. Nothing of purpose. It is not to be remarked upon whether this was an appropriate response to the moment because it is an instinctive and automatic response to the situation. She: the Detective, had declared her eyes were open. So then, they could not suffer to be closed again. Not even for a moment.