The space around them dimmed somewhat, with the light collecting above Midori's hand and drawing the image of a flame, which she looked over for a few moments before allowing it to dissipate and return the light to where it belonged.

"I might be able to draw images and stuff myself," she began, "but everybody sees the same thing. It's pretty easy to see through it too, unless I've got enough light to work with, but too much light at once is when it starts wearing me down." That was to say, the more light was involved, the more of a strain it put on her mind. She felt a bit limited as a result, unable to do anything particularly large, complicated, or involving a strong light without tiring herself out quickly. Her own laser pointer put a similar strain on her, which was why she preferred using normal lights instead.

"At least the more-practical uses for it aren't too tiring." She pulled her flashlight from its pocket and twirled it between her fingers a few times. "Who knows if or when I'd have to light up another classroom with just this thing?"