"I ... don't know..."

He lacks the knowledge, or the power, to be able to tell, but there is a certain truth that seems to make itslf known to him, although he doesn't know how.

"She's angry. The moon is angry."

And if she could possibly not have his head in a vice grip, it would be really nice. Even through the pain, he manages to push back against another rather feeble assailants.

"There are pieces at the center, but some of them might carry more."