For Science

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do The lion in him eagerly moved forward as the blade cut through Sam's skin. Scenting the air as subtly as he could force himself to do, the lion scowled and dropped back into his subconcsious. The scent of the ascended's fluid was an entirely uninteresting thing from a predatory stand point apparently, and the lion wanted nothing to do with it. Glancing down, the alchemist waited, nibbling the inside of his lip, waiting to call on whatever magic might be required should something go wrong. But it didn't, because absolutely nothing at all happened. Inching a finger forward, he prodded the cube. It was as immovable as ever. Glancing up toward Sam, Remi raised a brow. "Does anything seem different? The weight?"