Deadlock scoffs at darkness. He pretty much scoffs at everything, except hugs, which are clearly sinister in some vile way he hasn't quite yet figured out.

So while everyone else--he presumes--is freaking out about the dark, he's walking around, just because he can. He spent millennia in the gutters: darkness was nothing to him.

Small obstacles, however, are kinda new.

He curses, suddenly twitching aside. "...the frag you doing out here?" He could have stomped you into paste, human.