Christ. So he's - what is it, he was always shit at ancient history in high school, every kind of history, really - Prometheus? Doomed to die again and again? Something like that.
"Leave me alone!" he snarls, sounding more like Alex than ever pressing his hands to the box's wall, does his power still work here, and if he manages to turn something so big into a camera, will be scaled down, sized proportionately to his hand, freeing him? or will it be the size of the box, and is he creating it from the inside out? Crushed by its internal mechanisms is both preferable to and more poetic than death by shitty little metakitten. He'll take that risk.
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"Leave me alone!" he snarls,
sounding more like Alex than everpressing his hands to the box's wall, does his power still work here, and if he manages to turn something so big into a camera, will be scaled down, sized proportionately to his hand, freeing him? or will it be the size of the box, and is he creating it from the inside out? Crushed by its internal mechanisms is both preferable to and more poetic than death by shitty little metakitten. He'll take that risk.