"You bastard. You magnificent bastard! You used me to dumb your body enough so you could puppeteer yourself! YOU MADLAD! YOU INSANE HUMAN!"
The sword roared, full of animus and joy, as Ellianor moved, his body was not as quick or as strong as it should be, he was even below himself that woke lost in the space station.
While he was weaker than his weakest self, he would not back down, the blade in his hand the proof of his will.
It did not kill him, and it did not try to exploit his weakened state. It agreed with his determination, and insanity even as he was weak.
Several eyes grew on the horrendous rib, all of them focused on Ellianor's face. Emotionless and sunken, better fit for someone on their death bed rather than the living.
Even as his face reflected his poor state, his eyes shone like a beacon, orange light bled from them, as the blade laughed, its form opening a mouth-like organ to reverberate its laugh.
