[ The magical thread is already being sawed at unsuccessfully over the orange, heated edge of his wrist blade when the words seem to sink in properly.

Right. Not everyone found comfort doing things at high elevation.]

There’s clearly some kind of magic at work here with the floor candy, for one. And for two-

[ he pauses, digging in deep for this admission. ]

Your end of the string… spelled out something embarrassing for a moment, right? Before the tugging.