Oh. That's - he abruptly has to blink back tears just thinking about it. His uncle, who'd tried to get him to act right and had to die to make it happen. Who'd managed to return to him in a way, despite everything ... He takes in a deep breath. Really centering himself this time, trying to focus.

"Right. Something he'd be proud of ..."

He makes the passes again. This time imagining making them with imaginary strands of webbing attached to them. At first, nothing happens; then the faintest flicker appears, something sparking out of nothingness.