"I didn't create the light, Greg." Though saying this isn't likely to get him anywhere. Greg knows he didn't make the wisp. He'd frightened and irrational, and whatever had gotten to Weasel has affected him somehow as well. He isn't his usual self, and if touching the wisp hadn't fixed that the way it had with him, then he's not sure what else to do.

He doesn't yet consider that each of the floating lights might be different, or harbor a different memory. To him, they simply seem to be catalysts of sorts.

"Please don't run off and do something stupid."