"What is your limit?" A cold voice emanated from a dark corner of the room. Masculine? Feminine? He couldn't tell. It was only cold and rough. But he, as he had decided himself a good judge of character, could sense undertones of frustration creeping through that voice. "I've sent slices at you. What is the maximum? Your power has to follow some law, some mechanism. There has to be a drawback. So what is it?"
The person broke, and while he expected thousands more blades being flung at him, none came.
The person drew closer, metallic steps sounding through the room as they stood over his healing body. He was grateful for the respite. He took a deep breath, but the air didn't have anywhere to go from his nostrils. His lungs weren't back. He hadn't realized how long he hadn't been breathing until now.
