[He has no interest in talking to this one, or of answering his mind. It wasn't a privilege he has been granted, and he did not like this- whatever he was. Personality. Fragment. Disease.
Instead, he focuses his eyes keenly on Cathaway as she winds closer to them, holding the simple-seeming equipment in her pale fingers. He waits only until she has what she wants before he lowers his arm, allowing Aoba-this Aoba's feet to touch the ground. He does not, however, remove his hand, or loosen his grip. When he does respond, it is only to her, along the line between them, shivering and bright silver, open enough to taste the electricity in her mouth in his.]
no subject
Instead, he focuses his eyes keenly on Cathaway as she winds closer to them, holding the simple-seeming equipment in her pale fingers. He waits only until she has what she wants before he lowers his arm, allowing Aoba-this Aoba's feet to touch the ground. He does not, however, remove his hand, or loosen his grip. When he does respond, it is only to her, along the line between them, shivering and bright silver, open enough to taste the electricity in her mouth in his.]
Are we finished?