[ the metal creaks beneath their hands. normally, a hammer and blow torch and a few hours of hammering would suffice. beneath the fortitude of heine's strength, however, the metal bends. it's not the first time kaveh thinks this: that heine's strength is both a boon and a curse all at once. bruised knuckles and the gentle way which his hands cup themselves around a few lollipops. one for badou, one for nill.

in turn, kaveh's reaching for a pair of pliers in his bag when he starts. kaveh looks. his hands complete the motion, and he applies his pliers to the half-torn hinges. still: ]

Well, no. Alhaitham never makes a threat he doesn't follow through on. [ a careful beat. ] Has Badou ever put your head through a wall?