Secrets are the Eye.

[He says it unthinkingly. Secrets are the Eye. The Dark deal with corruption of knowledge, mockeries of it.]

And it would depend what scares you. The darkness itsel? The unseen figure that you can't pin down? Or that it knows something and could reveal it.

[And she's not wrong but... he doesn't want to explain things, how the distinctions are arbitrary in the end, made up by a group of old men.]

He still has to feed it. He is aligned with the Desolation and even if he thinks he is a free agent... in the end he's still going to have to feed it.

[He rubs at the burn scar on his palm absently.]