"Hm?"

He wasn't exactly paying attention to whatever J was asking. Instead he pulled his right arm in - it almost looked like it was fighting him before giving in but that's ridiculous, people's arms don't do that - and ran his fingers over the really gaudy red and chunky bracelets he was wearing. The two Cores were humming and he could feel a rush of warmth from them, even more so as he pressed his fingers lightly against them. They weren't giving him answers though he knew - in the broken dreams it always was brought up - a piece was still missing. He still needed at least one more Core.

Never can be whole, he broke it, but you can borrow time, just a little more.

Ankh's hand twitched and he sighed, shrugging slightly. "A little scary, a little empowering. If you can't control that many people, and they aren't happy, they'll turn, but at the same time you've got them in your hands and giving them what they want and all they can do is come back for more."

Why does it sound so false though? It should be the most powerful thing in the world to think of, but he really didn't care.