"My what?" Ashton demanded of the boy, whirling around to face him, too angry to think Adrian was doing anything but accusing him of holding back. Ashton had tried everything he could think of, multiple times, relentlessly trying to escape since he awoke to find himself in a cage. "What do you suggest, Pixie? That I attempt to draw the life out of these stone walls? Out of you? The other prisoners? The only thing living down here is us! Those stone creatures who come and take us have no pulse, no spark of life to sap. I can't--"
Ashton brought his hands to his head, that ringing back in his head as he involuntarily tried to shift forms again. The stab of pain abated some and he panted softly, focusing on the floor until the room stopped spinning. "I can't." He finished, voice much softer.