[He sighs out, pocketing the flashlight -- for all the good it did, it might as well been in his pocket the whole time. When Stiles turns to Mikleo, it means to turning towards that writing -- Whenever there is danger, he feels useless--
and he can't quite hide the flinch, hard as he tries.] If not even your not-magic-thing isn't doing the trick, then we're pretty much doomed to darkness. [His voice is as even as he can make it; he doesn't have to react to the words. He can ignore them. They might not even be about him, true as they ring in his head.]