He peers over the edge, squinting down into the water's mysterious depths for hints of tunnels in the darker areas.

"Dark patches, huh... How dark does it get?"

He doesn't want to go accepting a dare, doing his best to triumph, only to wind up unable to prove his accomplishment because he couldn't take a picture. Or see where he was going.

One might expect a skeleton monster, seeing despite a lack of eyes and moving despite a lack of muscles, to be able to see in the dark somehow. And yet.