[Ferran's gaze follows the point. He's only so knowledgeable about things like welding, and he might not have been able to figure out what of the man's equipment was the setup he sought returned. The answer he gives is more vague, though.]
Remembering. It's part of my process.
[He folds his arms and focuses on the spot. He'd seen it there, both that first night he came to the warehouse in the first place, and when things went awry. And with the memory comes the sense of it, what it's made of, how complex it is, and if it's still in one piece. It feels like the answer to the latter, at least, is yes.]
Okay, right... [After a slow breath, he holds out a hand in front of himself, and for a few seconds, the occasional red spark blinks in and out in front of him—magic, obviously.]
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Remembering. It's part of my process.
[He folds his arms and focuses on the spot. He'd seen it there, both that first night he came to the warehouse in the first place, and when things went awry. And with the memory comes the sense of it, what it's made of, how complex it is, and if it's still in one piece. It feels like the answer to the latter, at least, is yes.]
Okay, right... [After a slow breath, he holds out a hand in front of himself, and for a few seconds, the occasional red spark blinks in and out in front of him—magic, obviously.]