He says it brightly. His one visible optic brightens -- to an almost feverish light. Once his hand is released, he tilts his head back, and finishes off the cube in one go. By then, he's sort of wobbling in place, but manages to beam at Drill Boy, regardless.
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He says it brightly. His one visible optic brightens -- to an almost feverish light. Once his hand is released, he tilts his head back, and finishes off the cube in one go. By then, he's sort of wobbling in place, but manages to beam at Drill Boy, regardless.
"See? I had..."
And his smile faded, as he tried to think.
"Five...? No. I had. No, I had... six. Now."