Aaron experimentally tried to send his own shadows down the cane, trying to dissipate it. Whether it worked or not would remain to be seen, expecially since his attentions were already divided between being angry, keeping himself anchored to the ground, and making sure the covering on his hands kept the sharp edge of the cane off.

“Something stupid? You’re one to talk!”

At that, he pushed more—harder, fully knowing that anything else he said wouldn’t be a proper argument at all. Edward was trying to step so he had the advantage of a wall; Aaron didn’t want that, and tried to steer him off the edge of the building.