It's metal. [ He may be even more efficient in his language than usual, as if he's saving his breath, or at least his energy. ]
Inert now -- [ because you broke it, Erik ] --but I have a sense of it. Composition, dimension, all where they belong, I should--there's nothing stopping me removing it, or there ought not to be. Nonetheless I find myself irrevocably shackled.
[ The teeth in his smile come mostly through his thoughts; his face stays mostly expressionless. It's a smile Charles will know well by now: challenging, defiant, and most of all dangerous.] But give me time.
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Inert now -- [ because you broke it, Erik ] --but I have a sense of it. Composition, dimension, all where they belong, I should--there's nothing stopping me removing it, or there ought not to be. Nonetheless I find myself irrevocably shackled.
[ The teeth in his smile come mostly through his thoughts; his face stays mostly expressionless. It's a smile Charles will know well by now: challenging, defiant, and most of all dangerous.] But give me time.