Nicholas twists sharply to look at him, suspicion darkening the edge of his stare. The impending crackle heralding the rending of quantum foam immediately derails the cryptic mundanity of that statement.
The weapon unfurls from his side in a graceful catch-and-pull, the tip coming up to train itself unwaveringly on the separation of two planes as they come apart in blazing asynchrony.
"Please," says Nicholas, the word a dry pull. "I've gotten by quite well without them, thank you."
His free hand tangles into the smooth gray of a canister at his side, which he tosses out with a fluid insouciance. It skitters over concrete to rest at the foot of the split in spacetime.
"Hold your breath," he says somewhat unhelpfully as the container bursts open with a hiss of gray smoke.
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The weapon unfurls from his side in a graceful catch-and-pull, the tip coming up to train itself unwaveringly on the separation of two planes as they come apart in blazing asynchrony.
"Please," says Nicholas, the word a dry pull. "I've gotten by quite well without them, thank you."
His free hand tangles into the smooth gray of a canister at his side, which he tosses out with a fluid insouciance. It skitters over concrete to rest at the foot of the split in spacetime.
"Hold your breath," he says somewhat unhelpfully as the container bursts open with a hiss of gray smoke.