For Science

SAMUEL Sam obediently held his hands as Remi instructed, though frowned at the warning to not try anything. What did that mean? Did it mean not moving his hands or not...jumping across the table to ravage Remi? He would have hoped the other man had thought enough of him to know he wouldn't do that. But one thing become clear: Remi could not move the cube. Even in his hands, it was immobile. "...Perhaps that is it's entire use. To be a thing only the Ascended could move. You could hold back doors or items from anyone else." It was one possibility, if a boring one. With that conclusion laid out, he wanted to move onto further tests. "Do you have a knife? Something sharp?" He laid down the cube again and looked at his hand. "I will...try to drip some fluid on it. See if anything happens." Physical pain was something he both looked forward to and dreaded, and the mix of excitement and fear showed on his face. I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again