UMBRA

You know what an umbra is? he asks, his deep voice echoing through the hall

The part of a shadow, completely devoid of any light, she answers, staring deep into his eyes.

And what's a penumbra? he asks, warm blood gushing down his cold neck

The part of a shadow with relatively more light, way more than the umbra, she says, tears rolling down her eyes.

"We can't ever make it out of this dark shadow, but dark is a very subjective term isn't it? there's always light, even if it's a really dark gray in a void completely filled with black, that's still light, just like the penumbra in a shadow."