"Not too late..." he muttered, quietly to himself, continuing to repeat it, quieter, quieter and quieter until he was mouthing it to himself. "Not too late." His thoughts returned to the erratic, disjointed surface thoughts about anything and everything. Kytana could catch glimpses of the coherent feelings and those embers of humanity and light, fanned slightly by her words and visions.
As she continued, reinforcing that her actions were not out of fear of the man or that they couldn't handle him as a threat, those embers receded behind a curtain of darkness. It flowed thick and obscuring like tar. She continued, explaining that he may be needed for the station.
The familiar feeling of the dark presence returned, a presence Kytana knew all too well. Higgs began to speak;
"False promises?!" his voice was ignited with anger. "They are the only promises which ring of consistency. In the same instance you offer me an end and expect me to exist in servitude to help you keep a half-living station alive, like some kind of common porter. You just want to keep me from him!" He wheeled away from her, stumbling away a few steps, gripping at his hood and his head.
"Higgs take this here. Higgs help us." he growled to himself. He stood bent at the waist, his hands wrapped around his head and breathing. After a few deep breaths he stood up straight, looking over his shoulder towards Kytana, the hood obscuring his face.
"I won't do it. I can't turn my back on what I've done. I have come too far." he said with an air of finality. Kytana could no longer see the light in the man. Only the darkness of the entity in front of her.