In response to the question, the blade remained silent, and the gem did not shine. Flit was still there, listening to every word, but said nothing. On the outside, it seemed like he had become dormant once again.
After moments of silence, the gem began to dimly blink.
"What do you mean, 'what am I going to do'?" said the voice. It sounded... annoyed.
"I can't DO anything! I'm going to be stuck in this thing!"
It paused again, shifting from annoyance to full-blown anger. The gem came to life, glowing brilliantly with a light that almost rivaled the fire's.
"I can't move, I can't see what's around me... I can't even feel anything anymore! I'm going to stick around and be trapped, giving this sword the magic it needs to make fire! Or lightning! Or whatever the wielder wants!"
The light once again died down to a dim glow.
"Other than talk, that's all I can do..." he grumbled.