Extending his crutch again, he gets to his feet. The entire time, as Donnie scoops up the other shards, he's silent, staring at him. It's a relief to feel that pull fading, though in return his concern is becoming louder. When reporting in is brought up, he purses his lips.

"... How much of a pull do those things have on you?" He asks. "They responded to you more than me." The fact that Donnie actually tried to touch one while he was able to ignore the urge is telling. There's something going on there, and he doesn't like it at all.