For Science

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do For a moment the alchemist just silently puzzled. Arms against the counter and eyes level with the cube, he let thoughts race and dance behind his eyes. Was the shape important? Cubes were not an efficient or obviously natural shape, so surely it had been constructed in this way for a reason. Assuming that it had an intelligent creator and was not simply a failed experiment or some such that would defy obvious reason and rationality. Did the material matter? Metal? The size? Watching as Sam lifted it, Remi stood and nodded. "Yes, I certainly think it has something to do with you as an ascended, especially given that you could not move it as a hawk and I could not move it with magic. It is something about your body itself, your fluid being as good a guess as any." Biting his lip thoughtfully, he glanced towards Sam. "Can I try something?" Remi asked, almost shyly.