[it's a very good non-answer, even if it doesn't really tell him anything at all.]
What a waste...
[he says, almost pityingly. being a nobody has its opportunities, but being a faceless somebody is just about the most banal and worthless thing he can think of. Tonic moves one of his arms so that he can brush his fingers (the good ones that still have all their nerve endings) against that perfect little swirl again.]
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What a waste...
[he says, almost pityingly. being a nobody has its opportunities, but being a faceless somebody is just about the most banal and worthless thing he can think of. Tonic moves one of his arms so that he can brush his fingers (the good ones that still have all their nerve endings) against that perfect little swirl again.]
And what's this poison made of, hm?