[It does not in fact make the small child less -- himself. Ephemera fights the urge to slam his helmet back on and just make a run for it. Why did he bother stopping? He's not good with kids. No one's ever accused him of that. He doesn't even like kids, really.
Ephemera runs a hand through his hair and does not bolt for the hills. He's an adult. He'll....do the adult thing.
Right.]
It's a prosthetic. It doesn't do anything. Look, just....fuck. Don't crash into things. It's not good.
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Ephemera runs a hand through his hair and does not bolt for the hills. He's an adult. He'll....do the adult thing.
Right.]
It's a prosthetic. It doesn't do anything. Look, just....fuck. Don't crash into things. It's not good.