[A tight nod, and Hermann turns his attention back to the file in his lap. He flips it open and skims through the pages, making note of sections to reread in particular detail until he reaches the appropriate section, then stops. Two lines, two powers, and he barely glances past the first]
Neural Synchron- [He inhales sharply. The pull, the drift.] Newton.
[The file snaps shut and Hermann struggles back to his feet. Sitting down had been a terrible idea in hindsight, but the jolting realization that he's being drawn to Newton of all people is motivation enough]
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Neural Synchron- [He inhales sharply. The pull, the drift.] Newton.
[The file snaps shut and Hermann struggles back to his feet. Sitting down had been a terrible idea in hindsight, but the jolting realization that he's being drawn to Newton of all people is motivation enough]
Of course. That imbecile.