“Ava thinks I’m going to turn into a mad scientist and kill everyone, which is rich, given the company she keeps,” Palamedes says with a shrug. He fetches disinfectant and cotton balls from he cabinet and cleans Natsuno’s arm, then carefully cuts into it with a scalpel and let the glowing blood dribble into a small crucible. “I wouldn’t trust her opinion. Squeeze your hand into a fist, will you?”