@Warsman: What can I say? I have a knack for stumbling across songs that suit the situation.
Then you share the same viewpoint as I.
Taps the end to a syringe filled with a purplish liquid and squirts it down the sink, washing it afterward.
You can help me by cutting the wires to any large machinery you happen to see.
After cleaning the beakers, other syringes, glassware, and any other mixing equipment, he proceeds to throw them into a small box-shaped object. He does the same to the machines. Oddly, there is no debris. There isn't even a sound to the device, just the grinding of metal on metal until the final pieces are swallowed. After cleaning away the last remnant of the wretched place, he crushes the box itself and incinerates the pieces.
There. I doubt you'll forgive me, but at least that clears up another mess.
He expects Cass to read his thoughts by this point. He didn't come back with the lantern.
I know. That's why this room will serve one of the new members, if Tlieso will recruit anyone else. I will be found in the barracks.
He walks off, throwing a telepathic image of him dispatching the orange lantern into a black hole. The energies conflict with each other and the void closes. He does this and pulls his thoughts back into his own mind. He doesn't want to scar Cass anymore than he already has.
You didn't say anything. You did, however, mean to say something.
Turns around and kneels to her eye level. He looks into her eyes with his own, which flash sympathetically.
I would hold back the cosmos for you, Cass, you know I would. What happened was a freak accident, and I'm sorry.
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