[ His hand stopped tracing those patterns. And instead, he just focused it on driving his claws as hard as he could against the barrier. The barrier reacted in kind, not allowing his hand to pass, his hand seemingly engulfed in the unnatural blue light it generated. ]
I'm sure you'll ask. Whether I want you to or not, guy.
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I'm sure you'll ask. Whether I want you to or not, guy.