Fisher grabbed him expressionlessly, then forcefully twisted him and stuffed him into his pocket. He struggled feebly a few times, his attempts to resist muffled into indistinct "mmphs" by Fisher's hand. Once he was fully stuffed into the pocket, he calmed down and didn't move.
Although Emhardt was chastened, his words continued to fall and even made Fisher involuntarily think of Elizabeth.
The surroundings finally quieted down again, the moonlight gradually deepened. Fisher stood rooted to the spot for a long time, gazing at the cold moonlight, which after a while, seemed to burst out a faintly cold, pale golden light, much like Elizabeth's hollow eyes staring straight at him.
"Fisher..."
