Harold smiled at Rani and laughed, "Remind me not to ask you to sing me a lullaby, Rani." The boy felt the urge to pet the creature in front of of him rise again, but he held his dominant hand to his side in order to resist doing something that would probably get his hand bit off. He distracted himself by continuing his conversation with her, "So you control shadows, huh? You'd be very good at playing hide-and-seek. It wouldn't be very fair for the person who has to find you though. A Dirge, eh? One of a kind type of creature! That must mean you're pretty special, but don't you feel alone? Being the only one of your kind must be lonesome." As he thought about his last question, he realized he was being insensitive. Harry gave Rani a hug, rubbing her sides and patting her head to comfort her. But if what he did wasn't actually comforting to her in her eyes, then it was just his selfish desire to pet her. He liked touching others, probably because the lack of emotional connections to people made him crave physical connections to living things.
The boy realized that one of the monsters disappeared. He shrugged and figured she'd do whatever she liked regardless of his say. He only hoped she wouldn't do anything dangerous. But doing that would be like asking an assassin not to kill. Harry never had much sense of instincts, so he couldn't feel if the missing female creature was planning on doing bad things. Heck, he couldn't even tell if Rani next to him was going to eat him or not. Certainly the sense of instincts, of primal fears, did not pass on to him properly. Only a few minutes ago, he was scared out of his wits, yet after talking a bit with one of the beings he was afraid of, he'd gotten almost completely used to her presence.
Harry looked at Facta, his eyes almost entranced, "Facta? That's a real pretty name... You know, you change colors and appearances a lot. It's kind of amazing and I think I like it better than seeing your limbs not attached to your body and even disappearing sometimes." He giggled and grinned an open-mouth smile. As he watched her, he began to understand a little bit about how she worked; he figured eventually he'd learn a lot of things about her and he wouldn't have to ask her much. Made out of darkness and light. Kind of like a human. Harold vaguely imagined Facta's possible history and then put the thoughts out of his mind so he wouldn't get a headache. Every now and then, Facta would poke him and he'd jump up a bit, not used to people touching him unexpectedly. Each time she poked him, he either pouted at her or smiled at her.