(there's a weighty stare from the edge of the building. but for some weird self-deprecating reason, hei cracks a smirk at that statement instead of finding something insulting about it.)

I see. So my abilities are being suppressed by something in our chests? (fairly normal start to his breakdown of what's happening, which turns out to be a stunning precursor to the worst thing anyone's ever said to someone else jfc.) Don't you want to crack me open first? See what's inside?

(that's what he'd do, if he had the proper tools and a medical kit. with something thin like the tip of a dagger, not deep enough to kill himself but deep enough to strike something that might be rattling around in there. getting this implant out of the back of his neck is high on his list of priorities, too.

but cain makes a good point. they should be leaving. hei gestures to the door with an open hand, raising his chin.) Go on. I don't trust you; I'll follow.