Breekan laughs at Myitt. "It took me a few months to get used to, personally, and thinking fourth-dimensionally is in my blood. It took me a few days more when I found out my old ship was in there." He grins. He pulls a sleeve down for Temrash to show the fur underneath. "And not a cyborg. Just well-equipped. The eye thing..." he pauses. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what the eye thing was, quite. I could see things more clearly, though. I could see..." he bites his lip and squints, looking into the air. "It's kind of like, whenever you do something, there's about a billion little factors that go into it happening. Like puppet strings. Everything you've done until that moment, there's a string. And even little stuff, like the motion of air currents, the way your body processes whatever you've last eaten, stuff like that. I understood it better the first time I saw it, when I, uh..." he looks over at Shal, ashamed. "'Hulked out,' you might say. After that stuff flew into my eye, I damn well could have done it again except I understood it a bit better- I could control what was happening."
He takes a swig of the gutwhiskey that's been lying on the counter since before the fight returned.
"Of course, I could also accidentally destroy a planet or something."
